We trekked uptown yesterday to a holiday party at my mother-in-law’s apartment, the ancestral home on the Upper West Side. (Oh, how I dislike the Upper West Side…) Thumper wasn’t so into the crowded rooms and all the voices coming …
The half-birthday boy seen here in the midst of his new favorite activity–rockin’ out. He’s a wiggly tush-rocking, head-shaking, arm-waving dancing machine.
Because I meant Fleece Artist. So there I was, standing in front of my stash, wondering how I could justify a purchase of semi-solid Koigu for these mittens, when I spotted two skeins of Fleece Artist Merino in perfect Cari …
These mittens! Have you seen these mittens?! Technically my desire to own these mittens is a want, not a need. But at the moment, it really feels like I NEED these mittens. Sigh. Thinking of them in two shades of …
Happy, happy, happy me. This evening I got some great news. I’ve received a Pushcart Prize nomination for “Go.” I think the final decision as to which pieces make it into the anthology happens sometime in the spring. Cross your …
As I write this, Thumper is finally napping. He’s having a rough day because a certain someone who is responsible for breastmilk production ate toast with butter over the weekend and then a burrito with cheese yesterday when she knows …
Why, yes. Yes, it is. As promised, the answer to that eternal question: “What’s on the needles, lady?” I have been knitting. Slowly, because I only get to do it while Thumper naps, and there are any number of other …
You’re out there! Nice to know so many of you are still reading, even if I’m unloved by Bloglines this week. As promised, the answers to your questions: Heather asks:Which writers would you most like _your_ work to be compared …
Is this thing on? Testing for bloglines, which has been ignoring me…