We’ve all had pets like this…right? We stood waiting on the front porch of a non-descript 1970s rambler. On the other side of the windowless front door there was so much barking and howling, that somewhere, under a grassy knoll, Lassie was being stirred from her eternal slumber. “There must be dozens of dogs in... Continue Reading →

A squirrel named Peanut Butter

So I'm just going to throw this out there and get it out of the way: We set a rat trap in the garage. I know, I know, it's inhumane.  But let's be clear:  We had a RAT in the garage! Usually I'm opposed to taking extreme, and potentially painful, measures to get rid of... Continue Reading →

Thankful for the normal.

Last week was a great week.  Monday I discovered that my little craft studio in our backyard, tried to catch itself on fire, resulting not in a day of making of Christmas presents as planned, but in three days of cleaning and another three days painting. Following that, on Monday afternoon, the first big storm... Continue Reading →


It's moving day.  A beat-up, faded, purple convertible is parked out by the pool, the backseat is overflowing with shoes, handbags, and tiaras.  Beside the house there's a Rubbermaid stuffed with furniture, and inside the mansion, in the downstairs kitchen, three well loved horses stand in unison.  Ken and Barbie are parked out front in... Continue Reading →

School. Week #2

Well hello new school year, here's to your love of making parents decipher random information: "We are doing a poster on the Mayans.  They lived in Mexico, before there were horses, and they would shake their babies." "What?" "They would shake them, it would make their heads longer." "Shape.  They would shape their skulls to... Continue Reading →

Almost Father’s Day

On Friday, a friend asked me what we were going to do on Sunday, for Father's Day. "No, that's next week." I said "No", she said, "Sunday, the day after tomorrow." Oh.  I thought I had a week.  Maybe, subconsciously, I did that on purpose.  I love, don't love, Father's Day. My kids have the... Continue Reading →


Communication. That's a long word.  That's a hard word. Take this morning for example, I asked, what I thought was, an easy question: "Do you want a poached egg?" "No thanks.  Wait!  What?" "A poached egg." "Poached?" "Yes! Do you want a poached egg?" "OH! Yes please." Well that seemed hard. And just to be clear,... Continue Reading →

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