And now for something completely different. A series of 100-word “postcards” from my weekend solo trip to New York City. I don’t have a sippy cup. I’m out of wipes. …
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
“‘I’m glad it’s wick!’ she cried out in her whisper. ‘I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there…
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary How does your kohlrabi grow? Admittedly, that’s not quite the way the nursery rhyme goes. But it might as well. Just as mysterious to me as…
Big Friend, Little Friend, and I celebrated the Fourth in a typically American way: eating traditional Iranian sandwiches. Actually, for a couple of hours this morning, I was planning on…
Geraniums nodded in wrought iron window boxes. High heels tapped on cobblestones. Chocolate shavings curled atop decadent desserts. A gold-painted mime struck a pose and froze for ten, twenty, thirty,…
I’m currently on a little high from buying kid’s swimsuits. Particularly suits that are adorable AND make my life easier. While I love the chlorine fumes, summer radio, snack bar, damp towel days with the best of them, I can’t say I relish the soggy, overpriced swim diapers that are a toddler pool requisite. Luckily, Flap Happy swimsuits have provided me a solution to…