Step three in the mask-making process: I’ve been told it looks like a giant marshmallow, but it’s supposed to be a skull.
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Step three in the mask-making process: I’ve been told it looks like a giant marshmallow, but it’s supposed to be a skull.
The party was fun. We actually drained the keg, which made me happy. PJ & Gina showed up with instruments and jammed in the living…
Xy’s making her famous salsa: It’s so good it’s actually been featured on television. So what’s she making such a big batch for? No, it’s…
Stage two of the mask-making process: Looks crappy, but just wait for the paint. Then it will look even crappier!
It may not look like much, but this is the start of my Mardi Gras costume: I wish I had some idea what I was…
My birthday. 38 is the first number I’ve hit that sounds old to me. And given my game knee, which doesn’t feel any better after…
Tonight is Twelfth Night, or so I thought. Everybody’s heard of the Twelve Days of Christmas, but few people (in America, at least) know that…
I haven’t been this deaf on New Year’s Day since the last time I saw the Walking Ruins.
Getting there was hellacious. We faced two major traffic blockages and two major downpours. We were rear-ended — just a tap, no damage. We ran…
On New Year’s Eve, 1963, my grandparents’ house burned down. They rebuilt. Their three daughters (and their husbands) came from around the country to join…
MAD’s posted a great rant about the True Meaning of Christmas. I’ve long subscribed to the notion that the particular date for the celebration of…
Yestereen Xy and I rode our bikes down Canal Street and took the ferry across the Mississippi to Algiers Point for the annual Christmas bonfire.…
I’m astonished to read a Newsweek poll that says 79% of Americans believe in the miracle of the virgin birth. That means you get five…
Signs of the impending holiday in our neighborhood… It’s a little hard to read because of the burglar bars, but the spray-painted message lists the…
I’ve been skeptical of Thanksgiving for years. There are two conceptions of Thanksgiving which seem to be etched into my mind from early childhood: The…
Xy usually grades papers downstairs, but for Hallowe’en she wanted to be by the front door to meet trick-or-treaters. (Yes, our front door is upstairs.…
I’m at work today. It is not a holiday here at the university. I’ve been told that it’s a Southern thing, or rather that Memorial…
It’s Rachel taking a smoke break in front of her house in Baltimore. Xy is wearing a scarf Rachel knitted for her. But who took…
Mardi Gras has come and gone. It was fun, but there were also some tragedies. Three, in fact. Our monitor died. When you turn it…