The Reluctant Grownup

Monday, Lundi Gras, has no day parades.  This is a blessing.  We were planning on heading out to a huge formal ball that evening, from which we would be returning very late, and…

Saturday came early for us three parents, as we stumbled into the family room blinking sleep from our eyes and trying to keep up with our riled children.  Saturday is the busiest day…

My friends, my darlings, I must write to thee about the Gras de Mardi.  Emphasis on gras – even for a pregnant lady, I’m feeling fat fat fat this week after Fat Tuesday.…

I have just found a blog post I wrote a whole year ago that I never put up.  I wrote it in Word and didn’t ever do the transfer – at least, I…

Last night, somewhere in the middle of the fourth quarter, I looked at the man I was standing next to and said “I think we could win this.”   A smoker walked in…