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. Saturday morning, L and I are leaving for two weeks in Michigan. We’re leaving E behind in Virginia. I am not excited about this, but there’s…
Last week, I wrote about The Great Unknown, that place of waiting we all have to walk through in some seasons, when we have no idea what’s coming next. Ironically, we got an answer later that day – a temporary answer, anyway. E has been granted a full-time paid internship for the summer. The kind…
We were driving home from church in the pouring rain, talking about what we were going to do on such a miserable day. E, who was riding shotgun, pointed at the sign for the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum’s extension campus as we passed it. “Sometime, we ought to go there,” he said. “Well, why…
This past weekend, L and I made Valentine’s Day cookies. Yes, Valentine’s Day was technically over, but we made cookies anyway. Valentine’s Day was on a Friday, you know, and well – it’s just too hard for me to engineer those kinds of projects during the week. But I still wanted to bake with L….
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…
I’m always seeing pictures of other families’ playrooms on Instagram and Pinterest. Pretty playrooms, everything arranged just so, in order to keep the inevitable toy mess separate from the rest of the house. I always said my kids would have to have a playroom or would be required to keep their toys contained in their…