Outside the daylight fades. Inside the five of us gather around the dining room table to play a board game. I went for a long walk with my boy earlier, and he chatted to me the entire hour. We stopped and talked to neighbors, allowing...
I like things neat and clean. This is no surprise to anyone who knows me in real life. The About page on my website describes me as a “recovering perfectionist,” among other things. Some of you might wonder what this actually means. Tidiness is just...
Last week, the day after we arrived in Ventura, I took all the kids to Target to buy a million and one things. Somewhere in between the granola bars and dry-erase markers, my children began to misbehave. Knowing this would be a challenging outing for...
“When we have kids, I hope they answer adults when they speak to them.” “Me, too.” I nodded. And I silently believed we would have complete control over this. I thought we would have well-behaved children. After all, we had been well-behaved children, ourselves....
I mentioned, briefly, that we got a puppy August 1st. Prince Caspian. The Labradoodle. I haven’t mentioned him again, have I? If you judged my life by my blog (which is dangerously misleading in many areas), you’d have to assume that when Caspian joined our...
