The Science of Dog Biscuits

My kid eats dog biscuits. I don’t encourage this. I’ve given up. “It’s the only meat I eat, Mom, it’s good for me.” I can’t control it. He gets out of bed or sneaks around when I’m not looking, stealing them from the...

Frugal Is a Lie

I’m canning. Canning everything in sight, actually. Somehow, in the process of doing all this work, I live under the illusion that I’m saving money. It’s a lie. It’s a lie I refuse to confront as I swim up to my chin in tomatoes, wash, and get...

Do It My Way! (No Apples for You!)

I am coloring with Declan. We are making trees. I start to make my usual tree, which will emerge with owls, a couple of flowers, a graveyard off in the distance, and maybe a kid fishing by a stream. The kid might even fall in. I never finish the picture. I never...