The summer leaves little if any time for reflective writing, and I feel like it’s better to say nothing at all than to ramble. But, I always enjoy reading other people’s lists of their favorite things. I don’t claim to be an expert in any area, most especially not the areas of parenting, culture, or…
This is a story about how “my dog” became “my mom’s dog.” The true tales of their recent years together are far more hers than mine to tell. So I am not the best or most worthy writer of this story, only a teller of the highlights to celebrate a special pup. Sixteen years ago…
Summer has a remarkably different feel than the school year. My oldest likes to sleep in, but the younger two are early risers. And, everyone wants to stay up late and play outside until the sun sets and the lightning bugs come out. All three girls are do-ers and want to swim, to bake, to…
School is out and the kids are home, but it has taken me a few days to gear down from the frenzy of May to the slower pace of summer. This year we took a last minute trip to the beach over the long weekend. We spent most of our three days there on bike…