Shotsnaps

This post's title could just as easily be "I'm Posting Them All Because I'm Too Lazy for Sorting."     ...

Whenever a little elfling pops from a pile of dead leaves, the proper course of action is always-- always-- to adopt her for one's own. ...

Sorry for the pun. I may be lame, but these two are nothing of the kind.        

I've always loved the poem "Birches" by Robert Frost. I read it first in college and was arrested by how familiar and right i...

Punxsutawney Phil fails to impress me.  On my evening jog tonight, bound and muffled against the wind, I heard what could have been the f...

 Pip  and playdough*. OBVIOUSLY. *Thank you, Grandma, for the luxury of bright, fresh, storebought playdough.

You guessed it.    What are the chances that a drowsy ladybug would settle on the very letter Pip was to learn that day*? *I...

But then again, so have we .       Also, this visit to the bookstore included Annika's and Susie's first introduction to the...

Dude and Mom Owen came to visit us in October, and we went to a local apple farm for their upstate apple fix, which entailed, naturally, our...

I wouldn't have dared, though, if yesterday's sneak-attempt to videotape me performing the brilliant "Earth's Atmosphere...

What on earth happened to Pip? Three weeks ago, she fell down (the full length of stairs) and broke her crown (10 stitches on the outside ...