My listening to Tudor history podcasts has not gone unnoticed by my family, as evidenced by the Anne of Cleves ornament in my stocking. Huzzah!

Our holiday tradition: reading Roddy Doyle's Rover Saved Christmas aloud with comically bad approximations of Irish accents.

I have an old memoriam marking the passage of a number of ancestors who died in rapid succession, likely of TB. I used to display it as a conversation piece, but their experiences now seem much less like a remote possibility these days.

We found a bunny nesting in our planter a few days ago. The kits have emerged.

The household pre-teen has become a massive Go-Go’s fan. She was ecstatic to find a pristine, used Beauty and the Beat album this weekend.

Inspired by Roku TV’s vintage Dr. Who channel, our resident preteen is going as a Cyberman for Hallowe’en.

Without any Norwegian mentors around, my husband had to settle for a lefse cookbook he bought in Winnipeg.