Releasing a fledgling from the nest is a time for introspection. It’s a strange crossroads, watching a child transition into adulthood. Before you lies their future. Behind you are the

“The Lord is my shepherd,” I said to him. “The Lord is my shepherd.”  He repeated it back. “I shall not want.” “I shall not want,” he said. “That means,”

It was Saturday night, and my husband and I were out on a date, running errands sans kids (well, as much “sans kids” as one can get if the little

It had been a busy few months or so with school starting back up and our senior running cross country twice a week. Our lives were revolving around homework, jobs,

It’s Patchwork Monday. That’s when I take snippets of everyday life and stitch them together into a colorful crazy quilt on – well, a Monday. Here’s the first piece. Labor

P, you see, is for pontooning.  That’s what we did on Labor Day weekend when we were invited to a cousin’s cottage on the lake. Oh.  My.  Word.  With the

After lazy days of freedom, barges of laundry, and countless pantry raids, the buses are back. This time, it wasn’t Thing Two shouting, “Go on past, prison bus. Go on

The sound of the rain is welcome here.  All summer, the yard was green.  The marigolds grew bushy and tall as they marched along the edge of the garden.  My