“Am I killing it?”, I wondered. Some could say that seeking out a night of medieval revelry is a form of childhood regression. But I don’t see it that way: this was an ode to my elf days, and if anything, I’m glad that I can feel at home with all sorts of weirdos.
My first Christmas present arrived this weekend, when I traveled to Connecticut to pick up the girl child upon her return from her European adventures. After many restaurants, museums, relics, beaches, castles, paragliding, buses, trains, and planes for two months, Amelia had mixed emotions about coming home. But this mama bear is happy to have […]