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Poor little Stubby!

I think I have broken my toe. Again. This comes to no surprise to my family and loved ones, who have seen me repeatedly try to “behead” my toes, usually about every two to three months. There is one in particular, that has been smashed into things so often that it...

Don’t show me your taco…on facebook

You are either for it or against it, pro or con. I thought I fell into the con category, until a few weeks ago. “Divorcebook,” my friend calls it, after witnessing first hand the slaughter of a few marriages that may or may not have died, pre-facebook. Facebook seems...

It Comes in Threes

Why do things break? While you ponder that profound question, I’ll give you a few answers. Because it wasn’t put together properly, because the laws of physics/gravity/erosion/time were applied and ate away the material, because it was made in China by an enslaved...

Spring….Break?

I know it is wrong to complain about vacations. Growing up, my family didn’t really do them; we camped instead. We struggled with an enormous mildewed army tent, “vacationing” amongst mosquitos the size of hummingbirds. I shouldn’t complain, but sometimes vacationing...

Slowly, Only For a Moment

There is only a tiny window of time with our kids when the clock moves slowly. Impossibly slow, when you hold a newborn, feeding it, gazing at it with wonderous awe. You marvel at little toes, lost in a haze of Oxytocin, washing over you like a fairy tale spell (there...

The End is Nigh!

It’s the end of the world! Maybe! You never know! Okay, so the Mayan’s didn’t have it right, we should have seen that coming. After all, they certainly didn’t have a problem when white men in large hats came traipsing in. No alarm bells rang for the Shamans and Holy...