memories

Isn’t the world amazing? Don’t you think that even when you’re in the grumpiest of moods, being out enveloped in it’s goodness can’t help but make you feel better? I have found that it sure does the trick on transforming a cantankerous teenager. And also her mother. On Saturday Lu…

Claire has been helping me sort through some old pictures so that they don’t just get sucked into the vast disarray of “storage.” And there were some I can’t pass up sharing. Because if you’re a young mama and your kids are driving you nutty, remember they will be older…

The temperature around here seems to be hovering in the 117 degree range. It is hot. So the other night we found ourselves in the pool. This wasn’t new to anyone else, these kids are in that thing practically every night, but this night I decided to join them, and…

Ok, here are two more of Grace’s videos. Makes me want to pack my bags and head right back on over to those magical places. Just FYI on this France one…the shot with Lucy that looks like she has a bloody nose is actually her chocolate ice cream between Musee…

Grace has whipped up a few videos from our Europe trip. You know when something helps you remember something precious, it becomes even more precious to you?  Well, that’s what these videos do.  I am in love with them. Here’s the first one from Switzerland.  Make sure to enlarge it…

Twenty years ago I married this guy. Yes, twenty. And I was a lot more excited about it than I look in that very serious photo 🙂 We got married three years after our first date (“How to Host a Murder”): It took a while after that date to get…

My heart is in a knot. It has been for a few weeks. Having a child graduate is very bitter/sweet. He’s ready. I’m not. It is a glorious culmination celebration of so many years of wonder and work and worry and whining 🙂  And my heart is so full yet…

Below is a selection from my journal entry from the end of China as I sat in the quiet auditorium after most of the other parents had left following the Christmas program.  I loved that it was a “Christmas” concert in a nation that is not really historically considered “Christian.”…

In response to the many requests over the last couple years since I wrote part one (back HERE), here you go: So there I was, wondering about that boy, the one with the hair curling around his forehead and the dimple-jeweled smile.  The one our mutual friend had told me…

…according to Elle who took over my camera.