Last month I voted on a very long ballot that appeared to be mostly judges. Knowing Texas recently added the…
I am terrible with years. Ask me what happened in 2013 and I’ll stare at you like you’ve asked for my…
February used to mean something different. Happy birthday, Abraham Lincoln—who told the truth even when it was wildly inconvenient, and…
Winter does something to me. Not in the magical Hallmark way where I suddenly rediscover the joy of peppermint cocoa…
Poppy is excited about seeing family this year because nothing says “holiday spirit” like undressing in public for the TSA.…
Apparently adulthood has its own participation trophy system, and it’s called customer satisfaction surveys. They slip into your inbox or…
School started last month for most of us—my family included. My son is in the 10th grade now, which sounds…
Dogs are still living their ancestral life—no boutique fitness apps, no $8 protein shakes, no self-consciousness about what their “summer…
To celebrate the almost-semi-quincentennial birthday (yes, that is the correct word), of the greatest country ever, and as a fairly…
Poppy is handing over the keys—figuratively, of course, because he insists on driving—to the dad in the house we’ll affectionately…