Prosaic Paradise

After the harrowing drive, Beachmas itself was quiet and lovely. We ate many things and read books, tried to do a puzzle that was so hard that we all gave up, explored bits of the Outer Banks we hadn’t previously, that kind of thing. Jack introduced my mother to Arrested Development and I had no […]

What? Oh, hi. Yes. Writing. We had a lovely trip down south. Once we actually got there. Somehow, I was taken by surprise at the swiftness and ferocity of the east coast blizzard. I thought we were going to beat it out of town, or at least get far enough east that all we would […]