The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

'There is no such thing as 'fun for the whole family.''