I arrived last Monday evening into DC at about midnight, and when I opened the door to my room at the W Hotel I should have headed straight to bed. Instead, I spent an hour in the tub, a giant marble-topped wonder, and gnawed every one of my fingernails down to my knuckles. I could [...]
Chuck turned eight years old last month. We don’t know the exact date, but the years are starting to show.
No. That’s snow. I returned to a foot of it on Thursday, and then there was more this weekend, and it’s supposed to snow again tomorrow. Leta is far more frustrated than even I am about this, because IT’S SPRING, MOM. I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE OUTSIDE. I agree with you, Leta. Maybe if [...]