It’s Thursday at 1:00. The blur of first birthday stuff, family guests, and news segment prep were finally starting to clear. DanO calls me from work. “Hey, I think we should drive down to Chicago tomorrow.” (And those of you who just panicked that we’re rubbing elbows with the NATO protests, no worries. When we… Read more »
{photo credit} Both hands free, no little feet traipsing behind me, no little heads to check are clear of it’s swing – I open the door. They’re home, all of them, and I’m here and good grief this is liberating. I eye the cake display. I debate between the lemon blueberry cheese cake and a red velvet… Read more »
It’s OBaby’s first birthday, but you are the ones getting the presents! How great is that? My connection with Written Art just might be my favorite story from blogville of late. (Does the name sound familiar? You may have noticed her lovely banner over here —->) See, Ann of Written Art was on my friend… Read more »
I was a college freshman sitting at a table in Saga with DanO talking about his family who live in this land where it is cold in an ungodly way 5½ months out of the year. Apparently it was so cold one time his and his siblings’ school was closed. Something about the high being… Read more »
