My brain, as empty as one might expect it to be, does not, in fact, have the blank space set aside to allow the secondhand anxiety required in order to watch sci-fi thrillers. To my own vexing revelation, I often find myself starring as precisely the astronaut hero in one of those movies when her…
A very curious case of illnesses has befallen the Svellingers of late. It all kicked off a week before Halloween with Impetigo. Impetigo? Say you. Aye. It were indeed Impetigo, says I. And now that I’ve gratuitously brought you round the horn from Shakespeare to pirates, I’ll drag it on no further. BILGE WATER! I…
Yeah, hi February. I started this year doing something I’ve never done before: I chose 3 words to live by: Except, as usual with me, things have beelined the opposite. I’m trying to deal with strange chronic pain that seems to have popped up out of the blue over the last few months. When…
Some people snort when they laugh and I’ve never been able to understand how they accomplish it. But yesterday I was on the phone registering with our new parish and the lady on the other line asked how old Craig is. It was like I was just minding my own beeswax when someone whacked me in…
