The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.
November is Prematurity Awareness Month. Because premature birth is the leading cause of newborn death worldwide. Continue reading
Another year, another adorable terrible twosome.
“Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.” And so, Autobots Optimus Prime and Bumblebee took to the streets of San Jose sending a message to all other transformers: They are here. They are waiting. And they want candy. Continue reading
California is renowned for its Indian Summers. As the season wanes, warm weather persists – perfect for an afternoon out on the lake with friends and family.
The Welker family spent many summers in Lake Gregory, a small town in the San Bernardino Mountains. Brothers occupied their time finding various ways to torture their sister, Winnie, and/or create other manners of mischief. (For Harry Potter fans, I have always envisioned older brothers Bill and Ray as the muggle version of Fred and George Weasely.)
Little Johnny Welker was the youngest of the bunch. Continue reading
Ever wonder if Cinderella was exaggerating her tale of woe because she was a teenager. Before we go our merry way villianizing stepmothers and portraying sea witches as bitches – have we taken a moment to look at things from another’s perspective?
It’s hard to be a teenager, especially in a culture of mean girl subtle bullying. I have a vague memory of being a teenage girl. I knew everything; my parents were morons. Or were they… Continue reading
Picture is worth 1,000 words.
Kindergarten. Appearing as adorable tiny tots to those who have been there, done that, and a momentous milestone for parents who once thought they’d have to grant NICU privileges to a high school math tutor.
No longer in daycare or preschool. This is the show. This is elementary school. Continue reading
Once lush green stalks of tall grass glowed an angry red, as though they had been sunburned instead of merely water deprived.
I always presumed I would see plumes of yellow during the deep dog-days of summer, as the plants prepared for winter and reminded me to take hay fever medication. It was, after all, almost August. Instead the bleached tips of overgrown weeds in the expansive field waved a white flag of surrender as though mocking America the Beautiful’s sweet-smelling waving wheat. Continue reading
Do not be fooled.
Let’s get the preliminaries out of the way: geese are assholes.
Yesterday I posted a picture (see above) of the moment just before Destroy got bit by brethren of the aforementioned foul fowl. Here’s the full story. Continue reading