Dispatches from the front.

Imagine your own descent toward death, and blogging it.


3BoyMom takes us a long way in one single moderate post.


She boils it down, so it's actually not dreary.


But you can taste the copper in her mouth as the blood drains away at the realization that the news is real, as the explanations become very hollow and distant because it all is a sum that equates to death.

New rule.

My wife is no longer to keep Kale Chips in the pantry. 

The pantry is where we keep food. 

I thought that there was food in there. 

I don't even know if food will eat kale, more less dehydrated kale chips. Can I get a ruling, Farm Family?