Two-and-a-half years ago, on a trip to New York City for my 40th birthday, I lost my diamond earrings. There was no great lightning bolt of awareness about this event, no ‘I dropped my jewels off the balcony’ or some such drama. In fact, I couldn’t really pinpoint exactly when the lovely little gems went…
Yesterday was Captain Daddy’s birthday. Chicken Little and I baked a cake and decorated the house with balloons and party hats. Chicken Noodle took a different approach to celebrating dad. She made him a man cave. Granted, it’s about the size of a shoebox. But despite its size, it’s very nicely appointed and well equipped.…
Read about my cross country skiing adventures in “Into the Woods” in Ski Oregon, page 12
Chicken Little was born glamorous. Once she was old enough to make fashion decisions on her own, her yen for style emerged. Little never met a frilly bit of clothing, hair accessory, or mirror she didn’t like. Lately, the kid has demonstrated a real affection for makeup. Since she began school last fall, I…