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For some reason, my 19-year-old was watching “Thomas the Tank Engine” this morning. I didn’t ask why. She’s home on a break from college; she… Continue reading
It’s Friday the 13th before a three-day weekend, and I’ve got itchy feet. I need to get out and go somewhere. My husband says no,… Continue reading
That’s right, I called you a loser. You are a loser, right? I know I am. I never win at footraces or those contests where… Continue reading
Jacob will not eat vegetables. He is four, soon-to-be-five, and very skilled at detecting the tiniest bit of broccoli in a bowl of rice, or hint of orange carrot mixed in with his pasta.
If you’ve been to our house, then there’s a good chance you’ve seen something we wouldn’t have planned for you to see.
Is “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott a Christmas story? At our house it is.
I pulled up to the house on this cool, rainy September afternoon, and saw something on the ground under our cedar tree. It appeared to… Continue reading
It was a snow day! The kids were home, and we had some fun. In the morning, the snow was fresh and new, and the kids weren’t soaked and tired yet.
Dear Doris Day, I have this wonderful fantasy that I get to meet you.
Last year at college, Jenna started cooking for herself. This meant that in addition to clothes and school supplies, she would need an adequately stocked kitchen.
I got to call Poison Control this morning. Oh, joy. Jacob, who is 9 — years, not months — proudly told me that last night he had mixed a variety of lotions and medicines together, added a little water, and created a potion.
Our lovely young friend Lia called last week. She asked Dirk if he’d take a peek at her taxes, make sure everything looked all right...To say thank you, Lia brought a 9x13 pan of brownies.
It’s Friday afternoon before Viking Fest, and I am getting ready for my seventh Kingston Middle School Band trip. I’m so excited!
I have a prickly dread of being isolated at home with a houseful of kids and a husband and nothing to do.
Our Libby just graduated from high school. She’s our third, so we’ve done this before. But it wasn’t until this time around that I realized I don’t love it when my kids graduate from high school. In fact, it occurred to me that I’ve been tricked.
My teenagers came home and said they needed to bring a hotdish to an event. Hotdish?
Last week, there was a wildfire west of Jefferson Beach Estates. Did you know locals were wandering around, by car and on foot, wondering where the smell of smoke was coming from?
Whatever your summer includes, here is an activity you may not have thought of that could be a great thing to teach your kids: service.