The Troll Who Loved Ice Cream

A 7-year-old’s metaphorical take on our family. And I’m a fat, grumpy troll. No, really!

The Incredible, Inedible Egg

Earlier this month, Brittany and I were almost killed by rancid chicken menstruations. Ok, maybe rancid is a bit too strong of a word, but using a term like “bad eggs” to describe what we ate late one… Read More