I have spent much of the last several weeks fretting. Worrying that I am somehow letting my offspring down with the lack of Santa photos or strolls through the botanical gardens to see Christmas lights. Concerned that I am somehow damaging his childhood- removing a precious year of magic. Through the ever-present second guessing (and … Continue reading Christmas Magic
A few weeks ago I began a post with this wining prose: "I think it has finally happened. I have become either John or Max from Grumpy Old Men. It's a tossup which one, at this point. I am crotchety. The internet irritates me. The media grinds my gears even more. And mostly what I … Continue reading Still human, damn.