My hair is so dirty it hurts. My entire body itches, all of it, even the inside of my nose.
Date Archives 2009
I still can’t talk about Stitches without crying
It’s not a good idea to write a review of a book when your eyes are still wet with the…
Things that can go the way of the dodo in 2010, part 1
I’m not one to make predictions being that I have such an abysmal record. For instance, “Nobody will ever stop…
Everything Matters!
Even before he’s born, Junior is told exactly when the world is gonna end. He’s told, in utero that the…
My 2009 Christmas Wish for You, Darling Ones
This is a picture of the beautiful, letterpressed Christmas cards I ordered on Etsy (and the White Violin from The…
Snow shoveling-masturbation corollary
The scrape and heft of someone shoveling snow always makes me think of masturbation. It’s a strange Pavlovian response, I…
Quintessential dicklit
Nick Hornby is at his best when he writes about music. He has that inexplicable ability to convey what music…
Just what I wanted
Even though I babysit the Tibbles every Friday, I rarely get to see my nephew Cade. He’s at school by…
Egalitarian Christmas
When I was a kid I was a present counter, strongly adhering to she who dies with the most toys…