Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Mr. Wonderful refers to most teenage boys with designs on his daughter (aka all of them) as “the one with the hands.” He further categorizes them as “the other one with the hands.”

As we closed the door on yet another beautiful September, life shifts into a different gear. My hubby baled up a fourth crop of...

A month ago an editor friend replied to a draft copy of one of these weekly efforts with the simple email comment: “You’ve got...

Lately I’ve had a lot of time to stop and smell the roses. I’ve been taking the slow lane, enjoying the scenery. No, I’m...

Farm boys learn quickly.

I am the least-likely athletic parent you would ever want to meet. I was the two left feet, poor eyesight, quintessential last kid picked....

When my children started preschool I wanted to be involved. Being new to the community and eager to crack the code that would grant...

I took the standard boatload of back to school photos of my children this year. There are the requisite posed photos on the rock...

Forget hypochondria, the Internet can make a cyberchondriac out of a molehill – or melanoma out of a mole.

“She is four years and 364 days old and she is spinning away from me like a leaf on the breeze.” I wrote that nine...