Last week we trimmed our Christmas tree. Memories from years past placed on a tall and remarkably odd shaped tree (it’s like one of those pumpkins you’d pick to carve that has a nearly flat backside, but it’s “good… Continue Reading
Yesterday, my son mosied out from rest time, still in his zip-up pumpkin onesie pajamas he wore to bed the night before, dismissive of the fact it was the middle of the afternoon. I sat on our navy couch… Continue Reading
A few weeks into the school year, as my kids and I walked down the street, a neighborhood friend drove past us and slowed to a stop at the corner. We shouted Hi’s and How Are You’s to each other, she out… Continue Reading
I was seventeen, a senior in high school; my best friend was on an early decision list for her dream college, inevitably separating us for at least the next four years, and although none of us knew it, my… Continue Reading
It’s fair to say I’ve lucked out on the friendship game. For what I put into my friendships (I’m always late, I forget birthdays, oops! I thought I texted you back!, etc.) it feels like I get a heck of a lot… Continue Reading
My love of words started in high school. Mrs. Deeser’s latin class. I didn’t love Latin, in particular. And I sure didn’t love Mrs. Deeser, at least at first. But I loved the excavating, the dissecting, the discovery of… Continue Reading
“Don’t forget to bring the bikes!” “I won’t, Dad.” “I have an adventure planned!” “I know,” I laughed. “We’re excited. See you tomorrow.” I put the phone down and finished packing. Every August since my kids were young, I’ve packed… Continue Reading
She’s wearing a red one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots. I bought it off Amazon last fall, before we’d even met her — guessed on the size based on numbers we had on pieces of paper. It was… Continue Reading
How’s your summer going? Good? Good! Us? Well, what can I say? I love summer. It’s the best … at least that’s what I said in May. We’re busy. Everyone’s good. It’s kinda overwhelming, actually. Maybe a little crazy? (Maybe I’m… Continue Reading
We all have our reasons for being where we are. My mother grew up in a church tradition in Europe that lived out it’s faith in stark contrast to the opulence and often superficiality of the orthodox church. Their differences… Continue Reading