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There’s a Cellist in My Carburetor

There’s a Cellist in My Carburetor

Yo-Yo Ma rode with us to Wisconsin last week, somehow hooked onto the undercarriage of the Chevy Tahoe we drove to a mini-vacation occasioned by our anniversary (which, since it shares a date with Ransom’s birthday, will probably never again be celebrated). Yes, we have a Chevy Tahoe, no, we didn’t expect to have one, but that’s a long story,… Read more →

A Pinch to Grow and Inch…and Other Parental Lies

A Pinch to Grow and Inch…and Other Parental Lies

If some government person knew how often we bluffingly threaten beatings and physical violence to each other in our house, I am certain we would both be locked up and Ransom shuffled about in foster homes. As it is, about the severest punishments Ransom gets are some very stern and repeated “No!”s and the occasional butt pat for tantrums. We… Read more →

Nathaniel Emails Baby

Nathaniel Emails Baby

Ransom has been teething again. At least, we’re calling it that, because he’s been a stinker for several days and we have no other explanation. Tonight, at dinner, Nathaniel sent Ransom a verbal email. To: Ransom From: Dad Re: Your Piehole. Shut it. Love, Dad Image by Hillary Hartley.

Repelling the Home Invaders

Repelling the Home Invaders

Our idyllic Midwestern life in Fort Wayne has been shattered by two groups of assailants; we have run around in the past week in our efforts to combat them. By “we,” I really mean “Nathaniel,” since it is he who has valiantly sallied forth to Home Depot while I sit around squeaking and wringing my hands in fear. The first… Read more →

East Coast vs. Midwest, Besides Ridiculous Election Pandering

East Coast vs. Midwest, Besides Ridiculous Election Pandering

I’ve had a little post percolating for a few days but didn’t feel the need to bump on here until I saw the news that President Obama is releasing part of the national oil reserves to…what, boost his re-election prospects? Gas prices have gone down about 50 cents in the past two weeks and supplies from overseas were just loosening,… Read more →

The Little Husband Helps Out

The Little Husband Helps Out

The little husband knew his wife’s stomach had decided against their usual store-bought salsa. So the little husband decided to surprise her. He would make some. He looked up a recipe, chopped tomatoes and onions, and added lemon juice and spices. He stirred it up in a little bowl and! It tasted terrible. The little husband knew his wife was… Read more →