Home again, whole again

Chickadee was away for a few days this week on a school trip; some extremely brave school personnel took a gaggle of 10- and 11-year-olds into the woods and lived with them there. On purpose. Due to the whole divorce and visitation thing, I’m accustomed to the...

Love is at its best through the worst

This Love Thursday, I invite you to take a deep breath, hug your children, and then go read about Madeline Spohr. Her life was too short, but her legacy is (already) a swell of love and support that restores my faith in the human race. My thoughts are with the Spohr...

The Bionic Monkey

There are things I understand about genes, and other things I don’t. Like, I understand that I can make a clover with my tongue because I have a pair of recessive genes which allow me to do so, and I also understand that I have hazel eyes because I have one...

What a long strange trip. . . you know

I honestly don’t remember how or when it started, but I know that it was not too long after I began blogging, so about five years ago. Somehow, Kira and I found each other. We read each other’s blogs, we emailed, and—eventually—started chatting...

Who’s on 1st; what’s the temp on 2nd?

Our weekend was blessedly boring. Thank goodness. Sometimes a person needs a little boring. This weekend was also when I realized that we’ll be opening our pool again in just about a month. And once the pool is open, I will need to put on a bathing suit. This...

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