Remember her, that effervescent mother of five sons that crossed my path once upon an ordinary day beside the pretzels at the local Target store?  With the freshness of spring

Only several days before, the lovely woman who lived down on the corner in a house surrounded by corn fields, passed away unexpectedly.  Her name was Diane, and she was the

I wouldn’t call it a midlife crisis, exactly. Maybe it’s because I still feel like a twenty-something, only with a little more wisdom. And a few more wrinkles. Oh, and

At last, the day arrived, and the happy little mother buckled her happy little boy into the magical carriage (okay, it was the Blue Mommy Van), and off they went

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