Cloudy Wether likes to get my attention by ramming me in the butt when I’m not looking. Now, I have installed an early warning system:   I never knew it before: Cow bells are really loud! I hear Cloudy now, wherever he is.

It’s like the Love Boat, only sleazier. Our eighteen-year-old heroine (me, Shoshanah, years and years ago) travels across the United States by Greyhound bus, with only her Grace Kelly coat and her Elements of Style book to protect her. Original art work (by me, again) adds to this eccentric tale of travel on the cheap… Read more »

My daughter has a thing for suits. She’s nine, and she hates to wear dresses. A few weeks ago, she was asking questions, “Can girls wear suits? Because I really like suits. And I want one.” “Yeah,” I said. “Sure. But they look a little bit different from a men’s suit.” “But it’s a suit?”… Read more »