In an effort to keep the forest from swallowing the road, crews have been cutting back the treeline, leaving ragged stumps and naked stalks ...

Theme: dark and slashy. Or squirrel attack. Or murderous mayhem. We got confused. My problem in these challenges is that I don't have ...

Memory got the better of me. The man walked across the living room to put his hands on my shoulders and I stiffened and burst into tears, l...

I know better than to look at things. On things. With my eyes. I know that the man had three affairs (give or take a DOZEN or however many I...

This is my destash year. The year I have sworn off buying fibery wonderment. So of course, on New Year's Eve, I got the man sloshed and ...

The nights have been cold, and the blankets get kicked aside by small feet. I dreamed that I was lying embraced in big warm tattooed arms (w...

Last summer, the infink stuck a splenda packet up his nose. He clawed at it, grabbed my hands, and slapped at his nose until I got him to h...

Craft Corner DEATH MATCH I died, I am ded. The theme this week was "underwear as headgear" because, evidently, not everyone sp...

1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before? Had a hot toddy, saw a raccoon... I really didn't do anything remarkable, it a...

I'm down to the button band and collar on the Viking cardigan. (note: horrible cicada earrings!) (further note: I do not actually ...