Month: November 2019

I am steadily losing ground in my efforts to keep a clear delineation between “dog space” and “people space” in my home. In fact, as I type this, said dog is asleep beside me on the couch, kicking my thigh as his paws twitch in time to some engrossing canine dream. A dog. On my… Continue reading King of the Couch

Parenting three elementary children requires one to merge the skills of a juggler, a choreographer, and a limousine service – and that’s just to manage one’s daily schedule. Sometimes I swear we cram a week’s worth of activity into a single afternoon. Tuesdays are particularly vicious right now, as my eldest child has back-to-back piano… Continue reading The Frantic Choreography of Extracurriculars

Can we all agree that one’s last-born child is a magical creature? They’re all magical in their own ways, of course, each imbued with unique traits that make them singularly beloved. But I found myself reflecting on the powerful enchantment wielded by the “baby” of the family, having spent several days with my own baby… Continue reading Reveling in the Magic of the Youngest Child

There is something to be said for a change of scenery. As much as I love the Bluegrass state, I was more than happy to pack my bags and head south of the border last month for a ten-day trip to Merida, Mexico. When your boyfriend is running a study abroad program in a tropical… Continue reading Vacation is great. Coming back is hard.

In my last column, I wrote about leaving a church – a transition that was harder than I expected. There’s another kind of transition, too. The kind you know will be hard and you can’t do anything about it. My grandfather died last month. He was ninety-nine years old. He died peacefully and with enough… Continue reading The Beautiful Melody of a Life Well-Lived