I’m pretty sure, in this day and age, that most people are familiar with The Sandwich Generation. And if not, click on through to the Wikipedia article and catch up. Back? Good. My parents were the first incarnation of The …
While I trying to write more often about gifted parenting issues, sometimes I just have little to say. Or too much to say that would likely be misconstrued. Or other worries take over my brain waves, like today. Thankfully I …
My husband has had an iPhone for the last couple of months and has yet to set up his voice mail. This isn’t usually a problem until I try to reach him. Perfectly ripe organic Colorado peaches with organic heavy …
Oh, Sunday nap, how you elude me. I yearn for your soft embrace, yet you stay just out of reach. The few times that we have hooked up it has been a blissful union, and I miss those halcyon days. …
If you’re joining from the Living My MoMent Summer Blog Tour, welcome! Somehow I was lucky enough to be given the very last day of the tour. It’s been a long summer, with a lot of wonderful blogs to read, …
Ahhh, a slight break in painting. As arid as it is here, the walls dry quickly, so painting goes fast. J’s room should be done today and we’ll start A’s room tonight. Thank God the boys are having a blast …
I have been feeling distinctly unbeautiful as of late, beginning with another bout of gluten poisoning this weekend (they’re getting more severe when they happen), continuing with a personal training session this morning with the trainer I’ve been using in …
You know how you can tell it’s summer? You blink and foomp! and it’s been a week since your last post. It’s not like I’m on vacation, or going on incredible adventures, or needlepointing a beach towel with the armpit …
School is over. Summer break has begun. In the last six days we have driven over 900 miles through three states, endured a wedding, and are still speaking to one another. We’re in Chicago now visiting my parents and playing …
As I am convinced that this here little blog is a megaphone to the universe, and Murphy and his little Law in particular, I offer up a slew of apologies (but no sacrifices, I’m fresh out of goats) in hopes …
