The goal of parenting…
I hadn’t realized until it happened that having one of my children host the holiday meal was a goal of parenting. Continue reading The goal of parenting…
I hadn’t realized until it happened that having one of my children host the holiday meal was a goal of parenting. Continue reading The goal of parenting…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as … Continue reading Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It … Continue reading How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
The past week, the health club has blocked off the beautiful new showers for tile repair, and we women have … Continue reading Attempting “The Glad Game’…
I call my husband’s truck “the mouse,” and now he does, too, at least every time he has to buy … Continue reading Of mice and men (or when you give a mouse a cookie)…
I had carefully planned and shopped and done everything in my power to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. When our … Continue reading Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
I married into my hairdresser, much the way I’d married into four children when I married my husband nearly 21 … Continue reading Why I love my hair stylist…
I dreaded the dance. I saw it as an awkward mother-son performance in front of a room of spectators, but of … Continue reading Dancing with my son…
The day my husband and I became grandparents our children began to parent us. It was quite humbling. It began … Continue reading Humbled by love…
We had been on the road for 16 hours despite the 11.5 hours predicted for our journey. And we were still … Continue reading On Craig’s list…
My only daughter was having an emergency C-section, but my oldest son was getting married and we were driving to … Continue reading Will the real mechanic please stand up?
My husband has been cleaning out the garage the past couple of months — giving it order and practicality and … Continue reading When “To keep or not to keep?” isn’t the right question…
I woke up this morning fully intent on attending church. Sundays are generally awkward because my husband has to work … Continue reading A camera blinded by the light…
A few weeks ago, I wrote about boots — shallow topic, I know — but it got me thinking about … Continue reading “Bootiful” and a “looker”…
Last night, my oldest sister sent a text that included the photo at left, above, and the sentence, “Recognize anything besides … Continue reading A throwback at Christmas…
Another year, another turkey. Another hundred exclamations of “I HATE cooking turkey.” (I do hate cooking turkey. So much pressure … Continue reading Despite the turkey…