I forget, as Dad, my brother and a few others probably do, that we’ve been living with Dad’s “Big Reveal” for longer than some of you just coming around these parts. For that, I apologize. …

271: The first number that hinted at more than a bladder infection found in his PSA blood work. It should be well below that: 4 or less. It’s pretty hard to square that circle, isn’t …

My brother has been overlooked in this narrative of Dad’s cancer.  Not because he hasn’t featured prominently, but because I’m no good at exploiting more than one family member at a time.
But it’s his turn.
It …

Ever since Dad got a catheter to ease up his pee-malfunction, he’s been of remarkably good cheer about it. He knows that the alternative is exploding like a lobbed water balloon and experiencing excruciating pain, …

That Dad is placid about this whole “Stage 4 Cancer” thing can’t be denied. But other things remain a little jarring, even now that we’ve lived with a catastrophic diagnosis for a few weeks.
We went …

You never know; the path to salvation may just be your own profoundly inappropriate sense of humor….

New and unusual designs from a roving band of lagomorph gangsters.

Where does one begin? With the mortgage debacle, days to closing on the new house and learning that we may not be approved for one of our loans? Or maybe the movers dropping our furniture …

A few weeks ago, my husband decided to read the real estate listings so that we might live vicariously through others by visiting open houses. It’s a hobby we picked up after we bought our …

Dear Bun,
LET GO OF MY LEG! Just for a minute or two. Just long enough for me to keep this scorching hot pan from sailing down on your head or at least long enough …

Back before I joined the club with the lowest standards for membership (“Just forget to wear your rubbers!”), I used to go out socially once in a while.
One night a few years ago, we went …

I actually remember the day I discovered MetaFilter. I was reading the now-defunct Brill’s Content and there was Mr. Haughey on the cover. I went to MetaFilter and a universe opened up to me. I …

The bun and I were playing on the sofa in front of the living room window when I looked at him and realized, “He’s my son.” While it seems utterly absurd that I would stumble …

We got the bun a Fisher-Price zoo* for his birthday, complete with lion, seal, polar bear, elephant, a monkey who jumps up and down and a freakishly large blue bird which whistles “Hail to the …