Sigh

If I had gone on that New Zealand trip, I’d be getting home today: fit, tanned (or at least nicely burned), and full of beans. Instead, I’m a flabby, pasty-faced, crabby, slug. But as Brooklyn fans used to say every … Continue reading

Viva!

Between the titanic struggles of a first haircut and a last-minute trimming of the toenails, we spent a wonderful few days with sweet B, her mama and dada, and—of course— Jasper the Wonderdog. We had a well-bundled walk, some de-bundled … Continue reading