Wordless Wednesday: The Flying Gecko

OK, he’s not really flying. The windshield he’s sitting on is just really clean. (Obviously, he wasn’t sitting on our car. I think Michael took this…

The Villains of Children’s Fiction in the Dock

Over the weekend, a Caterpickles reader in London sent me a copy of an infographic from Lovereading detailing the sentences famous children’s book villains would have received, had they been tried in a European court (Thanks, Joe!).

I had two responses to it: 1) I cannot believe the terrible things that happen in children’s books. 2) Mr. McGregor TOTALLY deserved what he got.

Trekking across Hoth

One of the wonderful things about living in our new neighborhood is that The Six-Year-Old and I get to walk to and from school every day.…

Wordless Wednesday: Sunset

I don’t remember where we were when Michael took this, but doesn’t it look lovely and warm? Related Links: Wordless Wednesday on Caterpickles

Mrs. Broadmoore’s Amazing Painting Cat

(Cross-posted on BostonWriters.) Back in 1994, Heather Busch published Why Cats Paint: A Theory of Feline Aesthestics. I was aware of it at the time and…

What to Do with Granola Bars of Dubious Origin

Last weekend, I decided it was time to clean out our snack cupboard of all the open boxes of processed foods that we’ve tried and rejected…

Wordless Wednesday: Winter berries

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Chicago strikes again

Before we moved here, I blew off Chicago winters. Boston typically gets Chicago weather two days later, and since I had lived in the Boston area for nearly 14 years, I had been through many a hard winter. I had the equipment to deal with it. I’d be fine. Then this winter happened.

Wordless Wednesday: Monk Parakeets in Snow

Originally brought to the Midwest from South America as captive birds in the late 1970s, over the years a number of Monk Parakeets have escaped captivity…

What a wonderful phrase…

After listening to The Six-Year-Old sing “Hakuna Matata” repetitively for ten minutes behind a closed bathroom door, Mommyo, curiously: “Hey, kiddo. How’s it going in there?”…