Ransom, the Fruitcake
Several days ago, in the throes of one of Ransom’s purgatorial downswings, I was bouncing Esther on my knee, just happy to have and hold her smiling round pink self. “You are such a little gift!” I told her. “Ransom is a gift, too,” Nathaniel said, “But he’s like that thing people give that makes the recipient say, ‘Thaaaanks.’ Ransom… Read more →

