Wuv, Twoo Wuv – Enter Humperdinck
{{PD-1923}} "Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togevah to day. Mawwiage, that bwessed awangement, that dweam wivvin a dweam. And wuv, twoo wuv, wiw fowwow […]
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Farewell, on this Memorial Day, to Éire
Dear Ireland: This Memorial Day, I would like to remember a few things about you. One, that my ancestors came from an incredibly hard-working nation […]
Ireland: Dancing in Dublin (and stuff)
Me arriving in Dublin. Bruce arrived too, but he was behind the camera. Note the Irish lass freezing in the wind beyond me. We commiserated. […]
The Runner’s Wife: Mr. Crazy Legs’ Shoes of Doom
I am married to a runner. Yes. Mourn with me now. For I must live with a man who is also married to asphalt, […]
My Husband Totally Turned Into a Werewolf
You think I'm making this up? Listen. I don't do that. When my husband was in graduate school in Indiana (A place of great […]
Bloggy Woggy Doo Dah
We hiked for hours in the sun to get this picture. It was hard. But my daughter would tell you it was worth it. Life […]
Running Is Mental. Totally.
When asked, “Why do you want to climb Mount Everest?” George Leigh Mallory famously responded, “Because it’s there.” Now that’s just stupid. Volcanoes are there. […]