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When I was a very young child, I wanted desperately to give my mother a proper present, but being a child, I was unable to buy or make something of the quality that she deserved. So I made regular raids … Continue reading
So. You need to find Mom a Mother’s Day gift. The perfect one would be nice, but every year this eludes you. I mean, what do you give this woman who bore you in the midst of great pain — … Continue reading
Last Christmas, because everybody was in financially challenging situations, we agreed to go cheap on gifts — for everyone, that is, but the Toddler, who simultaneously performs the function of daughter/granddaughter/niece, depending upon who is talking about her. As grandparents, … Continue reading
Any of you with teenagers know that you’re frequently unpopular with them for major issues like, say, breathing, and for awhile, our policy of not buying CDs, DVDs, or digital detritus really affected our poll numbers. “But it’s what I … Continue reading
Just published with Amazon e-books, Life Is a Gift is a series of 30 short, upbeat essays about life with the Norwegian Artist, the Progeny, and the rotating assortment of animals on the studio farm. Drawn from a compendium of … Continue reading
Well, one of the kittens died. I know, it was grey and ugly, the product of its homely, drab, tabby-striped, alley-cat, pregnant feral mother that someone dropped off on our property. The morning she gave birth we all looked at … Continue reading