A wild life is worth living.
On Saturday I got my first dose of the Pfizer vaccine, which meant I had to drive forty minutes into the center of town to the building we use for concerts and livestock events. When I say we haven't left the house, I'm not attempting performative precautions. We pick up groceries if we can't get... Continue Reading →
I don't think I need special treatment as a person with an incurable illness. I mean, if a law was passed to allow anyone with an autoimmune disease to cut the lines at Disney World, I would ride Space Mountain until I puked, but I wouldn't demand that law be passed in the first place.... Continue Reading →
When the stitches aren't the only major story of the week, you know to send wine and fully vaccinated in-home masseuse, right? Yikes. In the last week, we've intercepted four sleepwalking adventures. One was my middle kid, Archie, who I suppose has been sleepwalking for a couple years, but he rarely walks anywhere, so I... Continue Reading →
I have two sons who have been locked in the house with each other for an entire year. They haven't seen their friends, been to Kung Fu class, been in school, or to a public playground since the world fell apart. Things are getting wild over here. The boys' arguments are starting to get more... Continue Reading →
If possible, try to have at least one retired parent with just enough free time to buy a subscription to Masterclass. The online bank of coursework prepared by people of every profession has something for everyone, including free bonus subscriptions when you purchase a full year of streaming, which your parents should absolutely pass on... Continue Reading →
There's an I Love Lucy Christmas special where the Christmas tree looks uneven, so they trim a little from one side, then compensate and trim from the other, and so on back and forth until it's a mangled mess. The tree was just fine to start, but each time they "fixed" it, it looked worse.... Continue Reading →
About once a year I start to feel nostalgic for Moscow, where I lived during my high school years. I always miss my friends from that time in my life, but over the years I've started to miss the food. Usually this means a trip to the nearest international grocery store for whatever I can... Continue Reading →
A few years ago I thought I had cancer. My doctor was concerned so I had a barrage of tests including a biopsy of the lymph node in my neck that was jutting out like Frankenstein's bolts. The mystery of the neck lump was never solved, but I didn't have cancer so I tried to... Continue Reading →
Fantastic artwork by The Chronically Honest Since purging most of the influencers on my social media feeds, I've been searching for new people to follow. I picked several interesting thinkers, photographers, some minimalists, and found a large community of folks who suffer from chronic illness. I've had my diagnosis twelve years and had no idea... Continue Reading →
Admire your food before you eat it Holiday biscotti for the kids' teachers Summers in Houston were spent lounging in Grandma's pool and learning to cook in her kitchen. Living overseas, Grandma and Grandpa's ranch style house in Houston was home base, where we'd go for vacation and family time before heading home to Hong... Continue Reading →
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