You may be sick and tired of all this snow, but Nigra's not. The poor thing hasn't really gotten to enjoy it since it's been ...

eavy rainfall douses the wooden porch as rivulets of red drain in between the boards. Her eyes open to the feeling of rain hitti...

It's been too cold to play outdoors lately. The pads of the Girls' feet would get frost bite. So, we do some rounds around the co...

I don't subscribe to the Farmer's Almanac, but I did hear someone say earlier this year that this current winter would be very sn...

Maeve loves to eat. She also loves her toys. Two worlds collided one night while playing fetch. Abominable (her favorite abominable snowm...

Drawings and self-depreciation! Wee! I probably stumbled upon Allie Brosh like everyone else, which is, uh, I can't remember. D...

Stephen King is a writer, for me, that can do no wrong. He is prolific. He has created his own world through "The Dark Tower" n...

In my mind, a true New Yorker is fabulous: they live in a condos miles above the earth and their next door neighbor is Rockefeller Center...

This whole snow-storm-arctic-vortex was, simply put, craze-balls. I wish I picked up another gallon of milk while at the store a week a...

Depending on where we are living (I'm assuming a larger house. I'm not sure how we acquired this house, but that's a piece fo...

I've been meaning to describe life, now that it's over, when the snow falls. As we stay indoors, hiding away from -37 degree Fahr...