After a two-month absence, I’m back.
These machinery whirs of modern living can be overwhelming amidst the daytime chaos. But at night everything changes.
Can we believe Zoe is three years old? Last Friday we headed to the Great White North – Dallas had claimed a record 12 inches of snow – to visit Grandma Shirley and Uncle Dan who were in town from Minnesota; as a result, Zoe had eight grown people to fawn over her in person [...]
Long story short, I’m quite difficult to live with. And I’m sorry about the preposition there.