a handful of summer nothings

I’ve been making the mistake (again) of assuming that I should only write when I really have something to say, something burning or brewing or forcing its way out. But today I’m remembering that there are days when you write to stretch the muscles, write to practice, write because sometimes there’s something to be shared…

the hard work of parenting

This summery Monday morning finds us all outside in the backyard. We’re cleaning up from the aftermath of a gathering we hosted yesterday, so there are coolers to drain, chairs to collect, and pieces here and there to sort. We finished clean up and I started pulling weeds, trying to manage the ridiculous amount of uninvited…

when my daughter met ruby bridges

It was a typical library trip: well-meaning, part educational/part mental health boost to get us out of the house, started well but quickly disintegrated. The kids rounded up books and perused the movies (they’re old school and like to watch DVD’s) and then fought over the computers as I shooshed them and gave them the…