Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. — Tolstoy Nick and I just had a conversation about those incidents that scarred us in our youth. The crazy thing is that to adults — even to us as adults — these things seem trivial. Yet they’re the kind of …
“You know how you feel overwhelmed some days?” Kris asked last night. “What do you mean?” I said, because the question was a sort of non-sequitur. “You know,” she said. “You often complain that you’re getting too much e-mail and that there’s too much you have to do for the blog. You tell me that …
“Do you think it’ll rain” — Dad, whenever it rained heavily It’s pouring outside. The autumnal Oregon rainfall set in two or three weeks early this year, taking away the last few days of September, and making early October swampish. Right now the rain is roaring down in torrents outside my office window. Whenever it …
O Foldedspacians — the few, the proud, the brave. I have no idea if this entry can even be posted once I reach New York, but at least I’ll give it a try. We’re over the Atlantic Ocean, due south of Iceland, literally chasing the sunset. We left London Heathrow at 20:30 local time and …
An Englishman in New York
In which I discuss our vacation in England and Ireland. In which I am tired.
In which I discuss our vacation in England and Ireland. In which I am tired.
Fly Like an Eagle
In which we’re leaving for Europe.
In which we’re leaving for Europe.
Ambrosia Pie, and Other Recipes from the 1940s
In which Kris shares some timeless family recipes.
In which Kris shares some timeless family recipes.