Seven

My baby girl is seven today. SEVEN! For some reason she’s stuck in my mind as a four-year-old. When I walk in the door every day I’m always surprised that there’s this little lady in my house and not a crazy little tot. We used to call her Danger Girl. Because she would climb things […]

Odds And Ends. But Mostly Odds.

This weekend was a strange mishmash of painting, cleaning house, holiday parties and pupil dilation. This post has no discernible theme whatsoever. First, I’m completely mad at Ron Weasley because he completely ruined a finished painting. RUINED. I can’t even post a photo here because 1) I’m embarrassed that I have to do the damn […]

Home For The Holidays

 Today my kids convinced me to start decorating for Christmas and I gave in because I like the smell of cinnamon and my defenses are down after eating too much pie.  I love decorating for Christmas. What I don’t like: rummaging around the attic for the decorations, looking at the empty boxes afterward, and all the vaccuuming. […]

The Thanksgiving Story

This post really needs no introduction, except to say this is a Thanksgiving essay my son wrote when he was six and emailed to all of his family members. It’s awesome. The Thanksgiving Story Over four hundred years ago… There were a group of people that were called Pilgrams. Their king wouldn’t let them worship […]

A Hairy Situation

As you may know, my studio cat Ron Weasley is often the bane of my existence. He is well known for climbing around where he shouldn’t be (my desk) and getting his nose into places he oughtn’t (my paint water.) Every time I walk away from my desk I have to go through a ritual […]