No matter how amusing a pun may be, I’m trying to teach her, to paraphrase Joanna Russ, not to laugh at the sight of her own blood.
Hair Like a Pixie
Watch out world, because the little girls in this generation are making their own rules. About everything.
Music: It Be the Language of Love
Musicians hear tintinnabuli, tonality and hierarchical pitch delivered through the intersection of mathematics and sound. The rest of us hear music. Our ears, through the very human reaction of nerves and sensation, translate it to emotion.
One Blessed Thing After Another
Real life isn’t just a humorous anecdote or two, however, and there were moments when I might have felt sorry for myself because basically the whole “holiday” week was devoted to One Thing After Another.
The Wrong Way Hike
I did my part: we got back to the car and it was milkshakes for everybody!