Partly in service to the students in the class I spoke to the other day whose online questions I didn’t have time enough to answer in person, and partly in service to the random assortment of you readers who may have asked such questions at one point or another, if goaded to by a class requirement, [...]

There’s a story that goes along with this.  Details to be appended to this here post later tonight, after I get the kids in bed.
Long ago, back when people picked up newspapers in their hands in the morning and read them, then put them down and went on with other parts of their day (what [...]

As I quipped on Twitter the other day — and that’s pretty much the main thing you can do on Twitter, quip:
3 kinds of menopause. Angry kind. Weepy kind. And chuck the broccoli over yer shoulder into the kitchen when yer son refuses to eat it kind.
Then I added:
Guess which kind I have.
Really, that was [...]

The girlie and I were reading The Moffats on the couch during her brother’s nap the other day. The book, written in 1941, is a charming tale of a love-knit, depression-era family headed by a seamstress widow in small-town Connecticut. We were on Chapter 3: “The First Day of School,” in which Hughie Pudge, [...]

I wanted to caption this picture “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well,” but the beloved thought that would be too strange and obscure.  Also, if I used the actual Shakespearean line, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio” and so on, it wouldn’t hook the same way, since we’re all too accustomed to the [...]

Herewith, scattered notes and photos from the beloved’s and my anniversary date  (a la the Baba’s Day pictorial), because the main dealie sitting on my shoulders these days still defies direct address, and yet squashes close to flat so much of everything else.  Thus making truthful personal narrative somewhat challenging.   The “main dealie” to [...]

Today’s the last day this button is true.*  Tomorrow, the beloved and I will have been together for 15 years.  Fifteen!
I’ve had a very low output here at LD while I’ve been licking my wounds and refocussing my vision after the death of an old friend.  There’s much I might like to say about the [...]

Yesterday morning we made some blueberry muffins. (A variation on this recepie here; we reduced the sugar, added the baking soda and the pinch of cardamom, mashed up some rasin bran flakes and stuck ‘em in.)

Per usual, the kids loved the cooking process nearly as much as the eating process.  But not more so. [...]