In life there are things that people tell us are going to happen. They tell us that when we’re older we will realize this, or when we have more experience we’ll know that. The world is full of things that we will come to understand with just a little bit more life under our belt. While you may file these future truths away in your head as something to look out for or just fully dismiss, it is inevitable that they will one day show up and will completely catch you off guard. One of those things, for better or for worse, is turning into your parents. It’s unavoidable, and, I’m afraid to say, gets worse with age. Without my knowledge, my parents’ idioms and quirks have infiltrated my head and house in ways I can’t ignore. These are but two of the most pervasive examples. (more…)
When Story was born, my mom and grandma came up to help me. I knew how lucky I was to have four generations in one house, full of love and laughter and exhaustion. The bonds among the women in my family have always been rock strong, and I hoped that Story would feel the same. But I worried.
As an adult there are a variety of things to look forward to. Vacations are one of them and pretty high on the list for me. Not only do they give you a chance to break from your normal everyday routine but they also allow for quality time with family and friends. Quality time that results in some pretty cool and priceless memories. (more…)
As much as I hate to admit it, I have found myself in a funk. This Monday, I woke up and realized that it was summer. I had hardly realized it was spring. The sun has been out for what must be months now, and we haven’t had any picnics in the park after work. We are still eating dinners inside. I left cookie dough in the fridge and completely forgot it was there. This is bad. (more…)
This summer I had a grand plan. The grand plan that I have every year. I was going to plant a garden. I really shouldn’t say was. I still might. It is June, but, oh well, I’m a novice. It will either work or it won’t. Kale is hard to kill anyway, right?
While my raised beds remain bare, the girls and I did manage to get a few things planted. I knew that we wouldn’t make it through the summer if we didn’t have a couple of fresh items on hand: tomatoes, strawberries, and basil. Tomatoes because the girls and I can eat those by the crate full, strawberries because it’s summertime, and basil because I don’t know what summer would be without Caprese salad. (more…)