Quail the Second is becoming well-versed in the art of metaphor… I am proud to busting! I have noticed this quality developing slowly in her over the last year or so, but the other day, she walked into the kitchen … Read More
Imagine there’s no sticky buns… No homemade bread or rolls… Only pre-packaged carbs above you… And an Author moping over a pot of oatmeal, wondering if you can cook challah in a dryer… Well, this is what I was going … Read More
The battle for a decent west side haircut continues. For the record, I am trying my darndest to be a grown-up and not go trekking through 4 hours of snow and ice simply because I really like having fabulous hair. … Read More
“At the beginning of a new year, many people have nothing better to do than to make a list of bad deeds and resolve from now on –how many such ‘from-now-ons’ have there already been!– to begin with better intentions, … Read More
We now come full circle in this meandering tale of our Christmas adventure (thank you for bearing with me to the end). The day after Cousinpalooza, we woke up with a sugar hangover and packed our plethora of stuff into … Read More
Gather round, children; it is definition time. Cousinpalooza (noun): a Christmas gathering of the Marme and Papa branch of Winckler, attended annually by the 3 offspring of Pater and Materfamilius and their families, who make up the 12 branches of … Read More
If you have been hovering nervously over your “refresh” button since last Saturday, wondering if UnPublish(Able) has gone the way of so many good and noble ventures (which is to say — kerplunk and dead), then take heart. Consider the … Read More
“Oh candy the apples Oh shell the nuts Oh crackledy crack yum yum Trink trinkle around the taffy box Oh yum gulp gulp and yum!” Eloise at Christmastime (which if you have never read, then I have no idea how … Read More
My, but I had such plans for writing this week… God rewrote my plans and instead this might be the first week since UnPublish(Able) started up that I have not produced a blog a day. I have to say, I … Read More
Quail the Youngest has been having quite a time of late, needing multiple rounds of antibiotics, and this morning, I was driving her back to the doctor again when halfway there, the pouring rain turned magically to whirls of snowflakes. … Read More