When you’re a kid, familial roles seems permanent and immutable. You are one of the children, though you don’t necessarily regard yourself as such. The definition you carry is far less important than the one you’ve designated to others. Parents and aunts and uncles – these make up the grown-ups. They are caregivers and disciplinarians,…
The world is a small place. A teeny tiny, ridiculously small place. You will find, on this great big planet of ours, that you really can’t swing a dead cat without bumping into someone you know. That’s big the big lesson of the week. A week full of chance meetings with friends and loved ones,…
My husband is a very safe driver. But sometimes, it is incredibly dangerous for him to be behind the wheel. He won’t cut people off. He won’t speed excessively. He’s considerate in most every way. But sometimes, the amount of control he has over where we will end up (bequeathed on him by his default…
Folks, what I’m about to tell you may not apply to very many of you – it’s the sort of niche, uber-specific travel advice that only a few of you will benefit from, but I still think it’s worth sharing. For those of you who to whom it doesn’t apply, I hope you will at…
Let me begin with an apology. First, to all of you who came here looking for travel advice today, I am sincerely sorry. You will find little of it in this particular post (and probably in this blog in general). And secondly, let me apologize to Todd, who’s never really given me any shit in…
Seattle’s been inexplicably sunny this past week – so much so, that I actually started to forget what fall was like in this part of the country. For the record, it’s usually gray up here this time of year. But instead it’s been sunny and cool, and downright gorgeous. Hopefully all this fantastic weather is…
1. Cut-out decoration of a German man, Ashland Elks Lodge Oktoberfest. – 2. Contemplative statue, Lithia Park. –
I have a lot of friends who make white van jokes. I mean, we all do, don’t we? Laugh about the nondescript white van that’s lurking around our neighborhood, though in the back of our minds we keep an eye on it, because if some kid disappears, it’s the first thing we’re telling the police.…
I love cheese. Were it not for cheese (and my first love, cake) I would be thin. It’s something I always tell people. And it’s true I think, were also not for pasta and carbohydrates and other things. But right now, let’s blame the cheese. The wonderful, glorious cheese. When Rand and I were in…
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