Yesterday, in a haze of jetlag exhaustion, I stared into the refrigerator and realized I had not yet been grocery shopping since arriving home from Berlin.  I shoved aside the outdated yogurt and molded strawberries, and carefully uncovered a pan of leftover what the heck.   I vaguely remembered feeding something to the children before packing them off to school that… View Post

Beyond a slight, nagging dread in the back of my mind, I don’t think much about laundry. Like a clingy friend, it’s there every time I turn around, and I wish it would get a life of its own. Occasionally, I have to remind myself that if I don’t keep up, small purple dots of mildew will appear on our… View Post

Something big happened this week. I met a goal!  I’m a good one for setting goals, but never actually seeing them come to fruition. Open any one of my kitchen drawers, and a list of plans is likely to surface. Flip through one of the 50 spiral notebooks lying about the house, and you will find pages of handwritten good… View Post

Shortly before my youngest sister turned twenty-nine, she began creating a 30×30 list.  The purpose was to “make aging fun.” It is a plan for accomplishing thirty things she really wants to do before turning thirty years of age.  Each item had to be concrete so that it could be marked off as it was completed.   So, “be more like… View Post

“What kind of mother do you think I am?” I inquired of my teenage son. “A horrible one!” he replied. “Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, then yes, I will definitely have the video camera running when you come out from under anesthesia.” There really isn’t anything better than fun-loving interaction with your teenage children, unless, perhaps,… View Post