This is the list that my grown girl
left me the morning she went into
labor. It could be any of my lists.
I’ve passed on the compulsion for
list making. One of the things to do
on the list was to make a small
batch of brownies. Mid making
of the small batch brownies, the
little one that I, Gigi, was responsible
for, hopped from her step stool to
retrieve paper and pencil to write her
list of ingredients. She scribbled off
pencil marks while saying cocoa, salt,
vanilla, flour… The compulsive list making
lives on…
