As seen on the tot lot playground. The other day, at our neighborhood tot lot, a dad was pushing his toddlerish child in the swing next to me and the lil’ monkey, who, per usual, was heading into her second hour in the saddle, showing no signs of fatigue, though
The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses O, I was going to write about how we’re in the weeds here, as they say in the restaurant business. And
Or, Get out your snow goggles, it’s a blizzard of links! A few stray posts on this blog date back to May 2005, but those are false labor signs. Blogular Braxton-Hickses. I sent up a flare from the blue-black darkness following my nephew’s death, then went back to licking my