Go ahead. Send me condescending email taking me to task over the fact that Marlo is still sitting in a high chair.
One night last week I turned over in bed only to come face to face with Chuck’s cold, wet nose. If you think I’m dramatic when I’m awake, you should come see what happens when I have a bad dream or, you know, wake up to find an animal staring me in the face. If [...]
On Saturday afternoon I accompanied Tyrant and Dane to the Avenues Street Fair, a several blocks-long celebration of local goods and businesses.
My best friend’s mom had couch made out of that shirt in 1987. I’m glad to see that it didn’t end up in a landfill!