Sherlock Holmes and the case of the dirty pictures

โ€œWhat are you looking at?โ€ I inquire, innocently, of my very preoccupied wife as she squints at her phone. โ€œPoop,โ€ she says. โ€œOK, then,โ€ I reply. If we had had that conversation at the beginning of the year, I might well have been shocked. Now, it seems quite routine. The hills behind our new home. …

Lots about pasta

My mother was very proud of her pasta dishes, especially spaghetti and meatballs and lasagna. And she had every reason to be. She was competing against some of the best, most notably Aunty Lena, my Dad's sister. And Mom was not even remotely Italian, hailing from Czechian and Slovakian heritage. And, boy, did we love …