These Things Called Doors
This might be a bit odd, but after having spent the past several years living with my parents, my brother, my grandmother and occasionally my grandfather,…
Running: Some Vingnettes
Let’s talk about marathon runners, shall we? I don’t have anything against them personally, in fact when they’re not busy posting Facebook pictures of their race…
I’m Kind of Embarrassed to Admit This
So like I said on Wednesday, it gets worse. Except this part is more embarrassing than anything else, and I’m the one who’s embarrassed. Little-Miss-Junior-Frappucino’s mother…
If You’re Too Young to Flush the Toilet…
I’ve been trying to be more understanding about children in coffee shops lately. Really, I have. I know it’s unhealthy to sit around thinking so many…
Chucky Cheese Might Be a Nice Alternative
My brother and I had a rather phenomenal tree house when we were growing up. It had three levels complete with a sandbox underneath, a bright…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 