Da-da teaches his boys the above concept every day -- then again, Da-da also lets his boys watch vampire movies. Ok, truthfully, Da-da teaches that we are all ZOMBIE neighbors, no matter the distance, but this was close. (Note: if Da-da doesn't want to...

I do not need to see the paint to know it is there — a fresh coat of white where once grew the notches of their youth. Memories written in pencil tend to be erased, and those are the things you never like to think about. It was a trace ...

The sound was children laughing. The distance was measured in steps. There was skipping and screaming, and toys thrown asunder — the usual suspects of happiness that have lovingly littered our small street for the past two years. “But there is something missing,” said the neighbor. I said nothing and ...

At the top of the hill lives an old man in an old house with a will to walk much stronger than his legs. He is a series of shuffles and waves and long pauses that feel like a moment and look like forever. His sidewalk is littered with chairs ...

...Da-da's listening to harp music. That means he's either soon to transition to the Land of Floaty Whiteness (Scotland?)... or it means that Da-da's New Age neighbors are up. The question is: HOW HIGH UP?

Beta Dad tries to repress his violent urges toward the guy whose dog craps in his yard.

We are all moved into the new place but we are still trying find boxes with important things like the camera. Pictures coming soon but until then you have to just use your imagination. Our new house is much closer to Primo’s school towards the St. Johns Neighborhood of Portland. ...

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This past saturday we had a block party on our street. The ends of the block were fitted with orange cones and the kids took over with bikes, trikes, and scooters. The rain never let up but we strung a tarp between the trees and everyone brought a dish to ...

Before moving to Portland we lived in Indiana in this great downtown neighborhood called Fountain Square. It’s one of those neighborhoods that was cut off from the city center when the freeway came to town but has bounced back all these years later. This sunday as I think of what ...