don't think she's going to make it. I'd asked Scott to restake this oak tree in our front yard because the top was growing crooked. (Yes, aesthetics are as far as my interest in landscaping really extends.) Unfortunately for all concerned, the stakes he brought home were, in my view, ... View Post
New Feature?
thinking of adding a new weekly feature to my blog. Perhaps — in deference to the latest crazy sweeping Facebook, Twitter and the web — I'll call it: Sh*t My Kids Broke. On second thought, I'd better make it a daily feature. I have two sons. Precious, adorable, cherubic children. They are ... View Post
I Should Feel Guilty
I don't. Okay, maybe a feel a little guilty about buying a perfectly serviceable button-down shirt at Salvation Army and then rending it to pieces for my own amusement. But I think it turned out well. I just loved this pattern of stripes too much to condemn the shirt to a lifetime of ... View Post
Love Letters
Chapman will tell you that there are five love languages: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch. In my family, we favored Ritualized Sarcasm. Especially in collage-form. I was 13 or 14 the first time I went away to camp for one whole week. ... View Post
Migration
I still have yet to complete the migration of my blog to a self-hosted, Wordpress.org version. Until then, I won't be posting here, so please visit: http://raisingcamelot.wordpress.com I hope to have things up and running soon after the release of Wordpress 3.0 — thanks for your patience! ... View Post
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