The Holy Grill

Posted by on Jul 30, 2013

If there is one thing I know for sure about my relationship with my husband, the Carpenter, it’s this: there are boundaries of masculine territories that I am not allowed to cross.

Glutton for gluten

Posted by on Jul 30, 2013

I woke up in a cold sweat. I had been dreaming of crusty French baguettes floating around my head, with donuts, cupcakes and bagels fresh from the oven tempting me to reach out of my slumber and feast on yeast.

Mouse catcher

Posted by on Jul 30, 2013

To be fair, I had warned the children not to leave sporting equipment, toys, swim towels, etc. in the backyard.

Boy’s Club

Posted by on Jul 30, 2013

Sometimes, I wish I were a man. Today was one of those times.