I've now traversed 1/10th of the 600 miles we're driving today for a wedding, putting me 60+ miles away from the camera on the coffee table.

Lizzie and the Magister, like Good King Wenceslaus, looked out on the Feast of Stephen, [to] where the snow lay roundabout deep and crisp and even.

RIP Elizabeth Edwards. One hopes your example of courage will long outlive the memories of the painful portions of your life.

has the Gamecocks and Auburn on the TV, Duke and Butler on the iMac, and absolutely no homework on any of the computers. Go Devils! Go Cocks!