For the past several years, Sky and I have basically been the only house on the street to put up Christmas lights. We're frustrated abou...

Skylar has been begging me to get a new phone since before the war. I don't know how long it's been since I've upgraded, but app...

My phone starts buzzing. It's Skylar. It's 4:00 PM. The fact that he's calling me at this time probably means he finished his ro...

When I moved into my house in Year Of Our Lord XIIBV, one of the first things I noticed was that all the walls were beige, which I didn'...

Ok nobody panic but I changed some stuff. I know. I know. We're not supposed to change things. Change is not a thing we handle. There...

I sat on the grass near Brigham Young’s grave as a bologna sandwich that had been prepared by a handful of PTA moms was passed to me. I was ...

I'm sitting at my kitchen table. The fire is going. Duncan is perched in front of the front door staring out at a snow storm. Skylar is ...

Skylar's latest rotation is in dermatology, which I've been looking forward to because of a baseless but immovable assumption that i...

Despite These Unprecedented Times Of Uncertainty We're All In This Together And It Came To Pass, I decided we'd still try to celebra...

On Tuesday morning I woke up to something of a surprising email. I get quite a handful of emails to the Stranger account. Most of them are f...