We have a tradition of making cards for Valentines Day, as well as Christmas. Eamon draws something and then I run off enough copies to hand out to…
It was just one of those extended parenting weekends. I knew it was coming. I tried to pad it with play dates. But there’s something about the combo…
This is the second part of a two-part post entitled Trouble at the Table, in which I review and summarize Karen Le Billon’s book French Kids Eat Everything.…
My family’s tomato soup episode was one of those final moments when I knew we were in trouble at the table. I had heard the husband strike a…
Now that we have a kid, I am ever in search of the penultimate activity to suit the seasonal holiday we’re in. Each fall, I command the task…
It’s Monday and the “To Do” list is about to take on biblical proportions. There were those items that weren’t quite completed from last week. And many more…
Today marks five lovely days of back to school bliss for all of us. My husband remarked how he’d not yelled at the child in a couple of…
If you read an article I recently had published in the Chestertown Spy entitled Homemade Mistakes, I mentioned “the carpenter with more integrity than any man I know”…
This week has been jam packed with stuff doin’. Not always the getting done accomplishing stuff. My dirty floors are testimony to that. This was the being with…
Why is it instilled in my brain, as in many others’, that it’s not OK to ask for help? You’re supposed to tough it out. Don’t show you…