I can’t shake the images of the water flushing through the Subway entrances and exits, the cars floating in the parking garages of lower Manhattan. The eeriest thing about these…
Disclaimer: This post is really just my scribbling about process. So skip this if you are looking for deep spiritual insights or cute stories about my kids and read this…
I look out at my garden these days and drink it in, knowing that by Saturday morning it will likely be gone. All that work in September. Worth every bit…
My niece, with her band, has recorded her first single, which she wrote, sings lead on and plays bass on. It’s a rocking song called “Speak Up!” and my kids…
Last weekend, Tom and I took our first ever 2 day weekend away from our kids. We’ve gone on overnights before, but two nights away? It seemed impossible. Thanks to…
It’s Falcon Ridge Prep week. Fortunately, I did not take the teaching job I was considering last time I posted, and so I have had time to make playlists, run…
“Mama, what are busibombs?” my six-year-old asked me tonight, making a delightful mondegreen out of the number one term the grown-ups in our family offer the children when explaining why…
“I wish, I wish, I wish in vain That we could sit simply in that room again Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I’d give it all…
Nerissa & Katryna and the Falling Down Barn in 2007 I have sudden and severe laryngitis. I can no longer yell at my kids. In fact, I feel myself to…