Grounds for Insanity column

“Skitter, skitter, tick, tick.  Skitter, skitter, tick, tick.”  You guessed it.  We have a new resident.  Mr. Schrock has reported two sightings, one in our bedroom and one in the

The word for today is “hear.”  Because I was feeling quiet on Multitude Monday, we’re going to go with Thundering Thursday and just mix things up.  From the Thousand Gifts

In the predawn darkness I sit, sipping fresh coffee and scratching the next column on unlined sheets of printer paper. I’ve forgotten my backpack, the carry-all that I sling over

Alarm rings.  Stalk, bleary eyed, to bathroom to initiate getting-dressed proceedings.  Note husband’s unenthusiastic response when his iPhone alarm sounds. Jockey for space at sink with husband.  Mutter, “This town

“No,” he said calmly.  “I’m not tired.  I’m just finking.” Curious, now, about what four-year-olds “fink” about, I put it to him direct:  “What are you ‘finking’ about?” Without hesitation,

“Seventy-three shopping days left,” read a friend’s Facebook status recently. I nearly croaked. “Stop!” I wanted to shout at the screen. “Cut that out. It’s far too early for that

The reason I’m thinking on this today is because I saw all of this on the face of my little boy this past weekend.  His auntie from the land of

I used to be bilingual. As a little girl, I had full command of both the English language and the Pennsylvania Dutch dialect, the language of my forebears. Now, while