Road Trips, Pregnancy, And Fortune Cookie Wisdom
Flare ups of Braxton Hicks prevented us from traveling far on what was to be my last road trip before my daughter’s birth. But I reasoned that since it had taken me twenty-four hours to give birth the first time,
Letter to My Firstborn Daughter
I sit here at the kitchen table, listening to you playing in your crib when you’re supposed to be asleep. But you can get away with just about anything these days, as I contemplate how quickly our lives are going
For Better or . . . For Change
This past weekend, my sister-in-law let us each take a personality quiz on her computer. I got a great kick out of standing behind my husband’s shoulder and mentally (and sometimes verbally) agreeing or disagreeing as he selected various choices. Earlier,
You Might Be Nesting If…
Two weeks ago, my toddler daughter pointed to the kitchen window and said, “It’s waining.” I stopped cooking and glanced over at the speckled glass. “It’s not raining, Baby,” I said. “The window’s just dirty.” To be honest, I could care
I Was Here ~ Leaving Our Mark Through Oral History
Last week I received a letter from a ninety-two-year-old war veteran—written on his forty-five-year-old Smith Corona—which asked if I knew how he could go about recording his life. He shared with me his highlights, his history, and it brought me