A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.
Currently she works at a public library and is finishing writing her first novel.
View from my secret lunchtime bench.
First day of high school.
After ten years of being in storage our record collection is back on display. Work done while we listened to iTunes. :-/
Me and my newly-minted ninth grader.
African wedding beads from the gem fair last weekend.
Jack just made his first load of bread. See you in twenty pounds.
The Easter Bunny is still at our house, in case anyone's looking for him.
Jackson got these at the candy store and he keeps leaving them in intimate positions all over the house.
You can't read Dave Chappelle's name on that marquee because I don't know why. Phones.
Jackson's all set for St. Patrick's day.
Climate change? Ya think?
Man, direct mail marketing is getting weird.
Okay, Santa Barbara, you're done for the day.
This morning's kitchen mystery.
And then this happened.
Waiting for Maria Bamford to start! I hope our faces don't discourage her.
So excited for the Jungle Cruise.
At Disneyland, fun is mandatory.
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.
You told me to sit, so I'm sitting. On you.
Riding in back with the human seatbelt.
You're home from work already?
Tongue is stuck.
Okay, when I said I wanted a snack, that didn't mean I wanted to spend twenty minutes trying to get this peanut butter off my nose.