New beginnings, old habits

School starts this week. Let me say that again, for those of you who thought surely you heard (read) me wrong: School. STARTS. This. Week. Thankfully, by the time we got back from camping we had just a few things we needed to take care of before then. Like unloading...

Hand me the oars

It’s almost time to head back to school, because here in the south we believe in bacon, grits, and sending our children out to get some learnin’ when it’s still 100 degrees outside. This summer—while vastly superior to last summer in terms of...

Love finds the recipe

I’ve been thinking a lot about the conversation with my daughter that I wrote about yesterday. I’ve been fixated on this notion of making your own happiness, because—let’s face it—for a lot of years I wasn’t a particularly happy...

The story of me, the story of us

“How old will I need to be before I can read your blog?” she asks me. We’re laying on her bed; she is pajama-ed and snuggled under the covers, I am next to her but on top of the blankets. I stroke her hair and she fiddles with a loose thread on my...

The dog days of summer

Having been married now for just over two years, I’ve finally worn Otto down with my winning ways, my wit, my charm, my irresistible smile, and—most importantly—my whining. We’re getting a dog. There are those who’ve known me a long time,...

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