We're in Maine.  It was -17 deg F this morning when we woke up (before factoring in the wind chill).  Home for the holidays.  This feels so much better than 70 deg and sand.  Scott does not share my enthusiasm.  He insists...

We had just pulled into our campsite for the evening.  I kicked everyone out of the Chief so I could cook.  When there's hot oil within reach and two little people annoyed from being seat belted all day.... I prefer...

If I have a superpower, it’s picking the cream of the crop when it comes to friends.  Seriously.  It’s my strength.  (I also collect weirdos, misfits and creatives so... you know... if you’re reading this and we're buds, just know...