I was solo with the kids all day Sunday, which turned out to be Sibling Rivalry Day. I applied I don’t know how many ice packs and band-aids to increasingly serious injuries. My voice was literally hoarse from yelling. By evening, I was way beyond …
Many of you know that Hubby is a sports broadcaster, an unusually lucky one who’s now called four Super Bowls and appeared in three victory Duck Boat parades. Until this year, our son didn’t want to participate in the parades. He’s on the spectrum, and …
I’ve been wanting to write about this backyard phenomenon we’re experiencing. Below is a photo of the eight-foot-long, four-foot-wide, very healthy, still-growing pumpkin plant that has literally spilled out over the edge of our garden, and taken over a chunk of our lot. It’s elicited …
Babyboy has had the flu for the past five days, so Hubby and I have had crappy sleep for the past five nights. We’ve found ourselves up at odd hours dosing liquid acetaminophen, delivering Albuterol puffs, fetching vomit buckets, and futzing with the humidifier. My …
The kids have been asking for snowboarding lessons. Even Babyboy, who has no interest in most physical activities, and can’t yet swim, nor ride a bike… Well, he does like hiking, and also trampoline jumping, but not for any length of time… We had gone …
I wish I could stay calm and cool. I wish I was one of those parents who so rarely raises their voice that when they do, kids attend immediately. Their teachers are particularly skilled. Kids will be being kids, unruly and giggly and squirmy, and …
I know very well that a whole-foods plant-based diet is the ideal everyday-for-life diet. Hubby and I cook and enjoy a vegetarian meal about three or four nights a week, sometimes more. Heck, we get excited about things like brussel sprouts and broccoli rabbe. But …
My heart goes out to those directly impacted by any of the many natural and man-made disasters going on right now. I’m obsessed with my news feed, anxiously scanning coverage of Hurricane Maria in the Caribbean, rescues from the rubble of Mexico city, the suffering …
Rather than reflect on one of the unfortunately abundant apocalyptic current events, I’m going to describe a small, simple moment of peace. My family was driving home from a rare dinner out. The workweek had been hectic. Whose workweek isn’t, right? We were stopped at …
