While it's true we were raised as Hawkens, we consider it distinctly unfair to assume anything else about us. For that reason, we present this weblog to you, the reader, courtesy of the world wide Intraweb.
This blog is a database of the most intellectually stimulating (i.e. utterly ridiculous) elements of the proud Hawken family.
We are not so ambitious as to chronicle every distant relative, so we have focused our wit, scorn and mildly antagonistic style of affection on our two parents, Megan and Harold.
The great American sage, Mark Twain, remarked, "Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't." This blog could easily set its mind to pursuing fanciful, fictional notings of singularly gelastic events--but nothing we might imagine could properly compare to what we have witnessed.
Instead, this is a bold, enthusiastic retelling of a childhood spent in the incomparable Hawken home, and our continuing intersections with our unique, fiery and unintentionally jocular parents.
No, we're not making it up.
At least not very often.
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