On Thanksgiving, as I stood in my mother's kitchen, my sister took my phone out of my hands and signed me up for Instagram. Everyone who's anyone, she said, and I was no one but when she was done with me I was someone. So, if you're one of the flattering few who can't get enough of our antics, you're welcome to look over our shoulders over there. Not, you know, that Instagram can replace the lengthy, moody picking apart of life that we do over here, but it has its own place, I am having to admit.
Find us there-@ewatsonhowe, or you can click through on the little widget to the left of your screen. Scroll down a bit if you don't see it.