This evening James headed back up to Santa Cruz in preparation for his post-op appointment tomorrow afternoon with our ENT doctor. I hope to have a full #TeamJames report tomorrow. Before he left, we decided he might as well shoot just one more of his “green powder” drinks. As they say: One…
What with all this cancer business, I’ve fallen behind on my reporting of magical creatures. Back on November 14th, Nate was beaming as he finally received his membership card into the elite, prestigious club of grown-up tooth ownership. He came home with a teeny tiny envelope, perfectly sized for miniature dental…
It’s the first day of January and my, my, my… what a year we had. I fell a bit off the blogging bandwagon early last year, primarily because I’d started exploring the job market. I had this concern a recruiter would stumble upon my personal stories of Jacob throwing-up from the…
On the 23rd we all gathered at Stanford for James’ surgery. At lunch, Grandma Suzy, Uncle Geoff and I braved the rain and headed over to the new Poké Bowl restaurant at the mall. Long story short, it was deelish. A bowl full of healthy, fresh, flavorful yumminess. Absolutely no…
Growing-up in the mountains meant we had a neighbor with hundreds of bootlegged videocassettes in a neighborhood lending library, and I’d never had pizza delivered. Jake and Nate have spent the first, impressionable years of their lives in the ‘burbs. They walked to school and served 700 trick-or-treaters and answered the…
Let’s face it, we’ve all noticed the marked parallels between Santa Claus and the other omnipotent, omnipresent bearded man up north. He sees you when you’re sleeping? He knows when you’re awake? Surrounded by a group of devout followers… and everything captured carefully in an enormous book. If you don’t…
I’ll never forget the 2012 lead-up to the presidential election. We were on my sabbatical up in Ashland, Oregon, half listening to the presidential debate on TV. We didn’t think the boys were paying attention until Jake asked with sincere interest, “Are they talking about weapons again?” What I thought…
I spent my childhood in the mountains. Some years, we would get one group of trick-or-treaters that my dad most certainly scheduled. I can neither confirm nor deny that my mom passed out candy collected the previous Halloween. And to Granddad’s credit, he would load us up into the green VW…
I’m not sure how many waves of fashion popularity fluorescence factually claims, but at the risk of aging myself, I’m pretty sure I’ve witnessed three of the four. In elementary school, my little brother was quite the proud porter of neon, head to toe. At the time, I certainly appreciated the form of fluorescence, but…
When I was five my mom tricked me into playing soccer. She told me my best friend Zoe was playing. Apparently Zoe’s mom told her I was playing… and a few weeks later we were the only two girls on a green team called Rational Moving. Those first games were rough—…