Above is a photo of Ella *ahem* cleaning her brother…it was always so funny to tell Louis not to pee on his sister, because he so regularly did. They were with me nearly fifteen years, and with my friend Larissa’s artwork of them, I still have a daily reminder of them on my wall in… Continue reading So when’s he gonna stop already with #EllaandLouis?

You’re sitting in your mom’s house, eating too much of her leftover food, playing with the progeny among her things, looking at photos you don’t remember ever having seen before, laughing and crying simultaneously at the proposterous nature of you and your family. We’re all struggling in some way or other. If you deny that,… Continue reading Shut the hell up, for a change

Passed a texmex restaurant called Casa Olé on our way through Brenham, Texas the other day and it got me thinking. I told my wife the story, and she said, ‘You should write about that.’ Well, I always do what my wife tells me. Right, Miriam? Yeah, ok. That’s not entirely true. I try to… Continue reading Taco Tuesdays and this ridiculous overblown virus nonsense

My small daughter favours her Oma, which often confuses me in the weirdest moments. She’ll make a face that looks like her mama’s mama, but her whole demeanor and physical appearance is such a mix between my wife, Miriam, and my mother, Martha Frances. As they say, she went to meet her maker a few… Continue reading Where’s Oma? Her progeny and namesake looking everywhere for the old lady — how we wish we could get her on the phone just one last time