As I sit with a window looking out over my back yard–the dirt that has replaced the drought-killed grass, the chickens scratching for munchies in the flower beds, the San Francisco sun peeking through the clouds and promising to make it 50something degrees today–I confess a deep jealousy of everyone enveloped in Snowmageddon back east. I’m not all that jealous that they might to go out and play in the snow. Though having a snowball fight with my kids does... Read more