new year’s eve

The best New Year's celebration I was ever a part of was when I was in fifth grade. I went to the neighbor's house for the sleepover. We made brownies and drank sparkling apple cider and ...

Hens in the Snow

It's been three-quarters of a year since we brought our three chicks home from Livingscape in a shoebox—just nine months since they lived their days and nights under a heat lamp, filling the garage with the ...

breakfast of the unencumbered

To mark the end of the semester, the Squeeze and I went into downtown for breakfast this morning (late, as I slept in, because I didn't have to get up). We went to Mother's Bistro and ...