A while back a friend described herself, about one week after the birth of her first child: "I stumbled into a La Leche meeting, crying, with breasts of granite...."' This phrase, "breasts of granite" ran through my head a lot

The other day Ben came home with a form of ice cream that contains frozen chocolate chip cookie dough. I'm not really a fan of it as I find it too grainy, but I ate a few bites anyway, just to be sure. Indeed I was standing up at the time, leanin

Elias has neatly divided the animal kingdom into two groups: those who roar and those who meow. This is not as easy as it might seem. Sure, you say, lions roar. Sure, kittens meow. But what do you do about frogs? (they roar) And giraffes? (they meow)