Grand Wizardess

Has anyone else noticed that the hooded baby towels make little ones remotely resemble hooded klansmen? You’d think they could come up with a little less pointy hooded part. Something a bit more rounded, with perhaps some ric-a-rac or lace around the seams. Having my little girl look like the Grand Wizard of the KKK is not exactly the look… Read more →

The Sisters Mortland

Just finished The Sisters Mortland. Ever read one of those books that has compelling characters, and pretty good imagery, and you can feel the sparks getting ready to fly, but then the book just goes nowhere? This is one of those books. I kept reading, hoping that the payoff would be there at the end. It wasn’t. Read more →

See This Face?

See this face? This sweet, happy, benign face? Don’t believe it. In approximately five hours, this face will be attached to a rear end spewing the most vile diarreah ever witnessed by a mother. That mouth? It will be vomiting all over me, my bed, my friend Camille’s carpet in the house that she just put on the market. Her… Read more →