We Do What We Have to Do, Even Solo Vacations
Warning: This is a rant. I am indulging because it will make me feel better. Yes, I realize that this is selfish behavior. Feel free not to continue reading.
Warning: This is a rant. I am indulging because it will make me feel better. Yes, I realize that this is selfish behavior. Feel free not to continue reading.
October in Virginia feels like September in Michigan, so I had a small moment of shock yesterday at the realization that it’s suddenly so late in the year. It’s nearing the end of October already, yet fall is just now arriving. The trees are changing color, the nights are truly chilly, and the air has…
Maybe you have kiddos running around the house, and you long for just five minutes of quiet. Maybe you’re married, and you occasionally long for an evening alone, the kind you used to enjoy on a regular basis, curled up on the couch with a favorite book or a few episodes of Downton Abbey. If…
With Thanksgiving just around the corner and Christmas close behind, I’ve been thinking about the pressures we put on ourselves in this “do more, have more, be more” culture of ours, and how that affects our ability to provide and enjoy hospitality during the holiday season as well as the rest of the year. To…
I’m not a big hotel vacationer. I’d rather rent a home-away-from-home scenario wherein we can cook our own meals, toss in a load of laundry, hook up the Xbox if it’s a rainy day, and not worry about whether we need to get out so the cleaning crew can do their thing. Also, we like…
Two years ago this week, I got pregnant with L. When I found out five weeks later, it was this huge surprise we weren’t prepared for. We’d gotten married in August, went on our honeymoon to Kenya in September, and were really just beginning to settle into a marriage routine. We were looking at a…
The end of summer is always bittersweet, but the reasons are a bit different this year. In the past, summer ending meant mourning the loss of endless Lake Michigan beach days, the end of camping season, no more trips to Silver Lake to play on the sand dunes, no more Saturday mornings at the farmers’…