Author: Backpacking Dad

I always set the backpack down on a green patch  in the otherwise wood-chip floored park. Three play areas comprise this park, our nearest, the one Erin screams "Whee!!!!" at every time we walk or drive close by. One area is a for the swings, where Erin had her first swing on a swing; this…

Catherine, Her Bad Mother herself, let me into her kitchen. So I wrote a post about turkey. And No Fear t-shirts.

Auds at Barking Mad sent me an e-mail saying “Come do this dinner party thing.” Or something along those lines. She was very persuasive. What really sold me was when she wrote “Most of you I’ve emailed are among women who are highly coveted wannabee invitees.” Ah. Well, it’s true. I am easily confused with…