Counting the Cost
Two days after Christmas we celebrated my seven and three-year-old nephews’ January birthdays with presents and a pizza party. The thing is, my other five-year-old nephew’s birthday doesn’t come around until mid July. So, with shiny new toys still piled
Learning to Take Time
I am a wee bit obsessed with time management (think the dad in Cheaper By the Dozen meets Captain Von Trapp). It’s embarrassing to admit, but if I have a to-do list scheduled and a family member or friend stops
My True Colors, Not So Beautiful
Today -- for the first time in over a week -- I ventured out to our land. Our house is officially “dried in;” the windows have been installed; the electrical wiring is almost completed. As I looked around at my husband’s
End of the World As We Know It
Growing up, it was quite common for my father to meet a stranger and within minutes be discussing the Apocalypse as casually as if Gog and Magog were teams from Saturday Night Football. It always terrified me to hear such things, and over
Letting Go of Great Expectations
When my husband came home on Christmas Eve eve, he found me sitting on the couch with my laptop. I was staring blankly at the screen, my contacts long since discarded, my glasses and cat lady sweater in place; my