Sleep. “Why are you eating mine?” Annie inquires as I reach into her little  snack pack, obvlivious to my own little pack of pretzels on the airplane tray in front of me.  We laugh, I’m spacing out again. My nice brown pants have already collected wet pie drippings, sticky... Read More

This is a retroactively written first post.  🙂 Given how slow we are to make a blog post, posts might just come in random fashion.  S keeps a notebook and also some electronically written thoughts, but the moment has taken precedence over blogging.  We’ll tell the story... Read More