Summer of squalor
I accepted a certain amount of savagery in my life when we willingly entered into living in a house without granite countertops, a master suite, attached garage or central air. Clearly, our standards are low.
It really does all come out in the wash
I don’t want to burst anyone’s bubble or make them question the beliefs they hold dear and the meaning of life, but I do...
The natural order of things
So ... once again nature proves it is not to be trusted. As a person once proudly self-described as “indoorsy,” I have tried to...
Hard work and values
I am at that crux of life where my children need me to be ever more vigilant. It is my contention that teens require almost as much if not more hands-on parenting as toddlers.
Wise scheme helped dad sell a tractor
Farming in the early 1950s, my father pushed to the verge of working himself to collapse. Holding down a full-time job as a tractor...
Eye can see clearly now
So I spent Memorial Day in the emergency department, as you do. Well maybe not as YOU do. You probably make good choices. I...
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...
