the fall

On the way home I could not help think that if this were Texas, a dozen guys in boots and hats would have come out of the shadows to help me up. They’d dust off my hat and give Bella a rawhide treat while I composed myself.

The friendly beasts

We usually keep things casual at Christmastime, but this year while I was at the pet store for dog food, I got totally sucked in by those silly infectious holiday displays. During the rest of the year Mike is ideologically opposed to dressing up the beasts but I thought that in the spirit of Christmas he might be able to […]

Christmas marginalia

Minime dutifully, albeit reluctantly, sat through Minimike’s Christmas pageant rehearsals, and to cheer her up, doodled her own interpretation of the Christmas story.


You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up

The Sunday Song

These are the things that you don’t know when you are newly married. Mike and I dated for years but never spent Sunday mornings together. He didn’t know. How could he possibly have known?