Easter (Egg) Gratitude

Today was one of those lovely days that can only be considered a precious gift.  Beautiful messages and music in church this morning, good friends to be silly with this afternoon, and of course some spectacular egginess.  Because the egginess can’t be stopped, don’t you know?  White or brown, they are filled with nutritiousness and always up for a little fun.  As always

Demon Love, with Crackers

The blog’s been neglected, the Christmas is still stacked ramble-bamble in a corner of the kitchen and I’ve turned ‘what’s for dinner’ over to the almost fourteen-year-old. Scary?  Naw.  I couldn’t be happier.  In fact, I wax so effusive that my family, being the darling dears they are, has thrust this blog in front of me and suggested

My New York Confession

I have something to share which shames me to admit.  My fear is that this will not only reflect poorly on my childhood aptitude and my sterling reputation for discernment as an adult, it may also offend my new friends.  Specifically, those from New York. Perhaps I can make it up to them when I blog

The Super Post

I kept hoping that the super post would be accompanied by some really super-spectacular, save-the-world kind of news…but nothing earth-shattering came up.  On the other hand, no one has attempted to sabotage me with kryptonite of any color, either.  And, hey, absence of kryptonite is a good thing. We are having a super long break, which has

Winter Wonderland, Southern Style

Nobody does snow and ice like the south.  All those northern and midwestern and even western states spend months every year practicing–shoveling snow, de-icing cars, driving calmly through blizzards–but they just don’t get it.  The way to do snow properly is to stop in your tracks and stare. Cancel school. Build a snowman. And give thanks every day while the