Word of the day: improvement. Things are getting much better around here after they escalated into much nastiness at about 1:00 in the morning. I’ll spare you the details. Just know that my strength is returning.
Hidden away for our ballgame snack bag, the Cap’n saved the morning. [...]
Welcome to the third day in Alisa’s kitchen. It’s been such a delight taking a peek into her kitchen this week. Alisa has been working on getting her kitchen “on track,” and she’s been having a lot of fun in the process. We hope you’ve been enjoying spending this week with Alisa.
Since The Dad fixed [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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