Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →

I remember those jeans. Gap, circa 1998 and I never found another pair like them. They were retired in 2012, knees ripped out and patched at least twice, faded to almost-white, and definitely threadbare. The shirt is unremarkable if you... Read more →

I cropped the monitor out. There are eight people in a Teams meeting with THEIR CAMERAS ACTUALLY ON. Not to mention the working file on the main screen. That's just not the sort of thing we want to put out... Read more →

It's taken a long time to understand that the root of my, um, the root of the things I find most uncomfortable in my life, is a perceived lack of choice. It's hard to pinpoint when actual lack of choice... Read more →

A Very Nice Parable We drove the yellow-green Rambler from Michigan to Connecticut. She told us to watch the trees. We’d know we were in New England when the trees changed color and they did. As far as I know,... Read more →

I dislike generational boxes. Hard stop. I was born in 1964 and entered the public school system in 1969. I had no concept of Vietnam and less of WWII. I don't remember a time before outside the home childcare and... Read more →

Right out the back door I'm looking at a juxtaposition I can't quite reconcile because Phoenix doesn't see that much snow. Ever. The last time it snowed in Phoenix was 1998 and a whopping .22 inches of precipitation was measured.... Read more →

I miss the Year in Review posts the blog world served its collective self while the remaining December days slipped into top dresser drawers, night tables, and kitchen cabinets. The documented memories and isolated events, sorted, and ranked according to... Read more →

Were you close? I lied and said, yes. I didn't have the right words to defend a profound grief that he didn't understand. He patted my shoulder and reminded me that this was my daughter's aunt, not mine. Her grief,... Read more →

Sincerest apologies to Jillian Lund as I've selected an image with a CLEAR copyright indication. I'm hoping she, and or Picture Puffin Books will consider it honest advertising and forgive me. Coolest book ever. Amazon tells me the grade level... Read more →