Counting Wrong
When we moved into Feodora, the first real problem that needed dealing with actually was not the incessant traffic noise or my fear of allowing the kids in the front yard next to all that traffic (3 years in and … Read More
When we moved into Feodora, the first real problem that needed dealing with actually was not the incessant traffic noise or my fear of allowing the kids in the front yard next to all that traffic (3 years in and … Read More
Protein is very important, you know. Atkins certainly thought so, and surely a man with his own brand can’t be wrong about everything (that and no matter your individual dietary persuasions, you have to offer a solemn nod to a … Read More
I remember it like it was yesterday (though in truth, it was more like 34 years ago), during my lone venture into the world of dance classes. My instructor, Miss Meredith, was so deeply glamorous to me, and her shiny … Read More
I blame the Boy Quail’s ambivalent eye towards the oliebollen of last week, entirely. Surely if he had just inhaled the stuff like the thoroughly digestible crack cocaine that it is, his cold would have bounded off and not been … Read More
Overstatement? Maybe. Let’s assume not. So the Quail have had icky gross unhappy coughs for a week. Perhaps I already mentioned that. A few days ago, I decided to cure them by making oliebollen, a Dutch donut hole of sorts, … Read More
He intended it humorously. I know that. And yet somehow, in our ongoing debate about whether or not we should raise a few chickens for really no other reason than that our youngest Quail taking care of chickies sounds adorable, … Read More
On occasion, I need help. Oy with your snorting. Didn’t we make a resolution about resisting the low hanging fruit? Not we? Just me? Oh. Well, it was too easy anyway. You’re better than that. Well, the vegetables have been … Read More
Fundamentally, I think bananas are a lot like toddlers that belong to other people. There is a very short window where you think they are appealing slathered in Nutella, but past that, they make everything smell funny. I mention this … Read More
I am often asked for copies of whatever I blurt out when speaking at showers and the like, so here we are, skipping the middleman (namely, the printer I do not own), and y’all can have this last weekend’s bit … Read More
A markedly extroverted friend of mine, who is oft in the position of using her gifts to plan bridal and baby showers at church, appears to have stumbled upon the key to ensuring this introvert’s attendance at her events: she … Read More