Since last March’s great car breakdown left us with one semi-functional car for the entire family, I have been stuck at home Monday through Friday. I love being home. Really. What I don’t love is the hamster wheel of dishes and laundry that defines my days. You have no idea how much you depend on […]
Dear, Santa For Christmas I would like a Friends Lego House, a Magna Color Dots 3-D thingamabob, art canvases and paints and lots and lots of DUCKTAPE!!! That is all that I wish for this Christmas. As usual I would like for the rest to be surprises. I would like to ask for my family […]
The plan was simple. We would cook the meats and dessert. Granny would bring the sides. After spending Tuesday shopping for and purchasing our assigned groceries, we returned home in the evening to discover that Granny had purchased ham and turkey. Now, we have lots of meat and zero side dishes. What kind of lazy […]
At some point, I need to crawl out of the quicksand of depression and fake Ça ne fait rien long enough to tell the youngest children that Starving Artist isn’t coming home for Thanksgiving because travel costs are doubled on holidays. After I tell them, I will resume hating myself for encouraging Starving Artist to […]
For an assortment of reasons, we will no longer be doing a Christmas card picture. The pictures, and the photo session attached to each and every one, are priceless memories to me. Thank you for allowing me to share those moments in time.
Schools in our area are averse to allowing students to wear their Halloween costumes to school. Their brilliant solution to children with costumes and treats on the brains is to have students dress as a book character or a dead author or a career that interests them. This might be a fun assignment if parents […]
Today is my father’s birthday. It wasn’t his birthday last year. It wasn’t his birthday for the past 68 years. His 69th birthday is his first January 5th birthday. It’s also the 69th anniversary of his death. To say that this day is more contemplative than celebratory would be an astronomical understatement. My father is […]