Month: May 2018

Television sitcoms are funny because they feel true even though they’re not. We watch high intensity dramas for the pleasure of suspending disbelief for a bit. But a good sitcom feels like it could have happened to you or someone you know. I have always enjoyed the episode titles for shows like “Friends” because they… Continue reading In Which My Life Resembles a TV Sitcom

I don’t want to brag, y’all, but I got a stuffed anteater for Mother’s Day. My son proudly presented the critter to me with great ceremony and was just pleased as punch with this plump, grey, Mother’s Day love offering. Other gifts from my children included a pair of Harry Potter socks, several potted flowers,… Continue reading Nothing Says ‘I Love You’ Like a Stuffed Anteater

Every now and again, it crosses my mind how very different my life would be if I only had one child. Note that I didn’t say “better.” Children, if you are reading this twenty years from now, I want the record to clearly show that I did not say it would be BETTER if I… Continue reading Taking Time for One-on-One Connections

I went hiking with a friend a couple weeks ago. It was an activity I approached with some trepidation. In my experience, I tend to enjoy the concept of hiking more than the reality. Same goes for camping. It always seems like such a fun idea: pitching your tent, toasting marshmallows around the campfire, falling asleep to… Continue reading In Which I Go Hiking (And Like It)