Proper homemade gingerbread house that I had absolutely nothing to do with. Grandmothers are where it’s at. Good New Year to you, dear...

We are disgraceful: this was one of only two photos we have of anyone in this family doing anything even vaguely athletic, while also not...

Baffling contraption As we are wont to do from time to time, H and I have started a small health kick. It’s not a high kick. We’re not...

Garnet searching for his socks. We’ve been on a holiday. A driving holiday, and while I’ll try to write about that soon, and tell you all...

Obviously this is not the beach we went to in this story. This is Waikiki beach, where I have also been grumpy in the recent past. I’m...

Three weeks out she started saying, ‘I don’t want to hear it’s anyone else’s birthday before mine.’ Now we’re down to four days and she...

Benny Hill is a cultural reference that is on its last legs, I’d say. I only recall it vaguely from my childhood, mostly because it...

Last night H and I, for the first time in months, left the house together, at night, without May Blossom. When she was littler we used to...