This is my nephew, tiny Michael, just after his baptism.  He’s bathed in God’s light.  See that right there, that little wisecrack?  That’s why I was not allowed to be a godparent. It is exactly why I was asked to just be quiet and take pictures.

I’m so tired
Me, too.  Maybe we’re tired because we’re both pregnant with Miracle Babies.
Oh yeah?  That wouldn’t be good.
Well, we could only keep one.  So we’d have to subject them to tests of strength and intellectual ability.  I’m pretty sure my Miracle Baby would win.
You think so, huh?
Yeah.  My Miracle Baby would definitely be able to lift more weights and run faster than your Miracle Baby.  Your Miracle Baby would be more like a regular baby.  Maybe your Miracle Baby isn’t actually a Miracle Baby.  Maybe yours is just luck.  …

Janie and I are off to Northern State Hospital to see if we can take some photos of this abandoned, haunted mental institution. While I’m gone, bask in the cuteness of my nephew, tiny Michael.

I’ve made it a point, on this website, to refrain from any real discussion of my other sibling, with whom I have a very strained relationship, if you can even call it that. I will not go into detail about the things that keep us from speaking to one another, but to say that we both likely feel quite justified in our respective positions adverse to one another. Isn’t that always how it works?  In our family we’re very good at one thing, and that’s the silent treatment.  An …