e-i-e-i-omg! The final chapter?

 I, apparently, have lost my fizz.  After numerous attempts to rekindle the blog, I'm throwing in the BGPs.  Will I get my fizz back?  L...

Welcome to the suburbs!  I will say that I do not miss the gravel trucks one. little. bit.  It seems, however, that I've traded them in ...

What is it they say?  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?  Heck.  I must be able to take on Arnold at this point.  2022 saw the de...

I find myself faced with very complex relationships in this house.  Relationships with objects.  Most of my angst is caused by the kitchen a...

Apparently, this move has had more of an effect on me than I realized.  In NY, you can use your photograph almost indefinitely on your drive...

 After dithering for weeks about how to segue into the blog after such a long absence, I just decided to jump in. So. It's been an '...

  The Smith Kids They always were a close family.  Right to the end.  My mother, Kit (Kathryn), her sister, Josie (Joan) and brother Jim all...