The Boy intends to spend at least one day of our very brief trip to Mexico on a boat, fishing for marlin.
I guess it’s time to face the truth:
My boyfriend is a six-toed cat and an assault charge shy of having to change his name to Ernest Hemingway.

I don’t think the world has ever seen such a forlorn looking Easter bunny before.

I’ve often thought we, as people, have gotten it all wrong. We celebrate the dawn of a new year in winter, when it’s uncomfortably cold outside and everyone is still weighed down and tuckered out from the ‘old’ year, having eaten too many sugar cookies, assembled too many astonishingly complex playthings, and amassed too much […]