An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

That old familiar topic

Leta takes piano lessons every Thursday night, and her teacher lives far enough across the city that the most economical use of my time after I drop her off is to run errands. Or sit in the car outside and throw pennies at squirrels. Don’t…

April 5, 2012


Don’t look at us, dude. You better iron your good pants because she’s about to invite you to her tea party.

Brunch with the girls

Last Saturday morning Leta returned from a sleepover with a friend having gotten very little actual sleep. Cami had driven up to hang out with us, and we were all sitting at the kitchen table talking about the fun Leta had with her friend overnight…