If guess you’re normal people, you do reasonable things and deck your halls with boughs of holly. But if you’re me, you deck the halls with redwood greenery that you chopped off the bottom of some trees at your neighborhood park. There are like a butt load of redwoods in this town. I apologize in […] Read more…

Thanksgiving is my favorite.  In my childhood it’s affixed as that cozy day of warm-bread-y smells coming from the kitchen and ice clinking into my Grandma’s holiday glasses as my sister and I set the table. It’s that beautiful day where something in your brain switches over and starts telling you that it’s perfectly acceptable […] Read more…