For some reason, my 19-year-old was watching “Thomas the Tank Engine” this morning. I didn’t ask why. She’s home on…
It’s Friday the 13th before a three-day weekend, and I’ve got itchy feet. I need to get out and go…
That’s right, I called you a loser. You are a loser, right? I know I am. I never win at…
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.
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.
One of my favorite stories happened when I was in high school, sitting next to my best friend, Lori.
I have a prickly dread of being isolated at home with a houseful of kids and a husband and nothing to do.
Hey, did you know we are living on the same planet as Olivia de Havilland?
I was deep in the humorous mires of “Cold Comfort Farm,” when my 11-year-old came in.
I guess I wasn’t decisive enough in getting rid of things during the last purge. Libby, however, does not have a problem with indecisiveness.
I’m sitting in my minivan with a Diet Coke, a book (never leave home without a book), my laptop, and just enough dark chocolate to keep me happy but not feeling too guilty. Maybe a little guilty
What were you doing in September 1997? I was putting my first kindergartner on the bus to Gordon Elementary School
“No matter how carefully I sort my socks, whenever I do my laundry there are always some missing. It seems to be a law of physics.” — Andy Warhol
The very best part of being the Book Aunt is when my nieces and nephews tell me what they thought of a book I gave them
Some wonderful places to make little friendly connections.
In 1995, our Jenna was 3 and starting her first set of swimming lessons… That was 18 years ago, and we’ve had kids in swimming lessons every year since.
It’s Friday afternoon before Viking Fest, and I am getting ready for my seventh Kingston Middle School Band trip. I’m so excited!
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 9×13 pan of brownies.
The brownies begat the lemon squares, and the lemon squares — with a sprinkle of powdered sugar and a thank you note — begat the Bring-It-Back Pan.
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.
I’m trying to raise my son to be a gentleman. How do we define gentleman-like behavior these days?
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