The family that is sick together, sticks together.

Someday, I will lovingly needlepoint this sentiment and hang it over hearth. Little hypodermic needles, Amoxicillin bottles, and cans of Lysol will be immortalized by the redundant dainty X. It shouldn’t be difficult to paint a picture of Streptococcus with varying shades of green thread. I […]

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. ~Ann Beattie, Picturing Will, 1989

The perfect way to score well in a blogging award contest is to cease writing for […]