have kids, will adventure
I always get the biggest kick out of musicians who embark on a months, sometimes years, long retirement tour, only to announce a comeback tour shortly after. Well – call me Garth Brooks (please don’t) because as soon as I hit publish on my previous post, I suddenly felt the need to write. So I
A sample of my DNA is currently in custody of the US Postal Service so it remains to be seen how much, if any, Irish ancestry I have. I’ve always been a fan of the Irish goodbye, so I wouldn’t be surprised if my Eurocentric blood has at least a hint of Irish nestled between
I’m not sure it is because I’m getting older (seriously – how am I within arms reach of 40?) or because we’re emerging from a pandemic-induced stretch of time where we languished in a pool of boredem and exhaustion, but time has been moving at excessive speed. Our son has less than six years left
If this blog had a smell it’d be the library featured in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade – the one in Venice where Indy and Elsa Schneider walk through the web-covered halls of the flooded catacombs covered in dust and rats. Lots and lots of rats. Truth be told, it seemed frivolous to write
It’s hard to ignore the looming shadow of the delta variant casting shade on a summer that once felt rejuvenating. We’re vaccinated so it is admittedly frustrating to see the numbers spike in areas of the country with dismal vaccination rates. Our family is performing the delicate dance of living our lives and performing risk
And Then We Laughed 