Monthly Archives: November 2013

I’ve decided to become a cowboy. Well, a cowgirl, I suppose. A couple of years ago, the family and I went to Glacier National Park, and I cried as we left. So I think I’d like to go back and … Continue reading →

When I was two, I was given a teddy bear for my birthday. I’m sure I had other stuffed animals before this, but Booey quickly became the favorite. He was very big (to my toddler self, anyway), and he had … Continue reading →

My birthday was in May. I gave McIrish the words a man most hates to hear: “Just surprise me.” He immediately got that constipated, martyred saint look he perfected at birth. The Oh, please, God, not that, this is a … Continue reading →

I had the best time at Fulkerson Winery in Dundee, NY, this weekend when they hosted a book signing party for me (and my family) at their beautiful vineyard. Blue Heron is heavily based on Fulkerson: the history, the land, … Continue reading →

This year, we’re once again breaking my mother’s heart and hosting Thanksgiving. For many years, we always went to Mom’s. My in-laws would come up, or not;  they’re Irish, so the holiday wasn’t as big a deal for them. But … Continue reading →