I’d like to write this out as a story, but it isn’t a story. It’s a collection of things, items, notes. I can’t even form it as a story. But I must have a beginning, or preamble, or introduction. Erin attends a parent co-op daycare four days each week. I work there from 4-6pm on…

So what if I tacked an extra seven years onto her age? So what if I constantly tease her about her love for a bottom-dwelling has-been team that was only ever good when there was a guy named Messier playing for them? So what if I posted a picture of her on the blog that…

Now that I’ve returned from a fabulous vacation and gone on a little political rant and stayed home sick all weekend long it’s time to let you in on the real reason I went to New York: To do the Best Damn Blog Giveaway in the History of Blog Giveaways. See, located deep in the…