Month: September 2011

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Sep 28, 2011

Where mamas nest

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Sep 27, 2011

National Opposite Day provides welcome relief, shakes up D.C.

“It’s like nailing Jell-O to a tree.”  That’s what we wheeze to each other, The Mister and I, from our points of collapse on the living room floor. 

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Sep 23, 2011

Am I speaking Swahili? Let’s talk

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

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Sep 22, 2011

An odd kind of meeting

The boy, I’d planned to take.  Groaning to his father (“I don’t really have time for this”), I’d zipped up his jacket and buckled him in, breathing a prayer for

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Sep 21, 2011

When it looks like nothing’s happening

Sitting there at my favorite place in the world to create (that small, round table tucked into the corner), the owner of the coffee shop had stopped by.  We talked

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Sep 20, 2011

It’s a nice small town, but I’d like to see the world

Tucked as we are amongst the corn fields and soybeans, it’s a quiet existence.  There’s one stoplight in our tiny town.  Flags line Main Street, fluttering just above hanging baskets

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Sep 19, 2011

Riotous, rapturous, raucous – that’s life!

Riotous, rapturous with a bit of raucous.  Those are the words on the street today. In the circle of life with its cycles and seasons, it’s the “life” part that

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Sep 16, 2011

Mother of boys becomes skillful negotiator, applies for Nobel Prize

Being the only girl in a houseful of men is an interesting deal, to say the least.  There are no ribbons.  There are no Barbies.  There are no ponytails. Another thing

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Sep 16, 2011

“And the name is…”

Oh.  My.  Word.  I was overwhelmed with the responses to that post.  Surely, no columnist has better readers and friends than what this girl has.  You all, quite simply, rock

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Sep 15, 2011

Mind your P’s and Q’s

Did we ever!  Oh, did we ever.  Mind our P’s and Q’s, that is. For nine days, we ‘minded’ the one small prince and the two tiny queens that came to

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