Planning to not make plans at all
I’m packing the camper — or at least supposed to be. What I’m actually doing is writing about packing the camper. Procrastination — it’s...
Mothers and mothering
Mother’s Day was this month and advertisers went nuts lauding mothers with a push toward candy, bouquets and flowery sentiments. People waited hours in...
Ceremonial surprise
‘Tis the season of wedding invitations. They rain like celebratory rice (or birdseed for the eco-minded) from the mailbox, email and social media. “Save...
Packing light
So the school is kidnapping my baby and taking her to New York City.
O.K., technically “kidnapping” may be a harsher term than necessary. I...
It takes a village to celebrate
I tend to be fine with the passing of my own birthday. I don’t get overly excited about the new year and the start...
The best bad thing
The day Mr. Wonderful gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear “I lost my job” I did what any supportive spouse...
God bless this mess
We have been living in squalor. This is not new. We do it all the time.
We let one thing or another slip. An errant...
Education should move full STEAM ahead!
The arts are an important part of education and yet in many educational settings, they are first at risk for cuts.
The worst sports mom ever
The end of most seasons tends to catch me off guard. I’m minding my own business enjoying another weekend afternoon waving to friends and eating nachos, when someone mentions idly that today is the last game.
The Great Doughnut Resistance
I am eating a banana when what I really want to be eating is pastry. I call that progress.
Ever since starting my new to...
