Because I am apparently a masochist who needed to come down from feeling pretty good about writing after a writing class, I am simultaneously reading I’m Just Happy to Be Here by Janelle Hanchett and Let’s Take the Long Way Home by Gail Caldwell. Both…
As a kid, on bitter winter mornings, when we clustered around the woodstove elbowing each other, “Mom!”-ing and “Not fair!”-ing, we would hush and huddle during the morning news report of school closures. “All Miami County schools are closed due to inclement road…
As a parent I spend too little time when I am with my children considering the impact of my actions and reactions and too much time fretting about it when I am not around them. My brain spins on the harshness of some…
Note: This post began months ago over Labor Day weekend. For reasons noted below it was not posted until mid-November. Sandy needed a weekend away. For him, backpacking provided solace and restoration, so in spite of the kids’ activities on Saturday morning, we…
I’m midway through reading Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle, and I do not want to stop. I want to swallow this book whole the way I have so many more before it. She sings to me, even in the differences of our lives,…