When the first note–the wrong note–soared out of her violin, I stopped breathing. She stood in front of the audience of strangers, of other children fingering violins, guitars, and piano music, and…
Category: <span>Intentional Living</span>
Extrovert-me takes longer to wake up than introvert-me. I’m fairly balanced, personality wise, between the extrovert and introvert, and while introvert-me looks at the dividing line between the two zones with…
If you could see us, a group of women battling the pernicious “baby weight” war of life, you’d also see a flock of children swirling around us, perhaps on us, like a firefly…
“The days are long, but the years are short.” This is the kind of anonymous quotery that gets stuck in my maternal craw, and no matter how I hack at…
6:47 am. Sister-giggles crack the night into morning. 7:06 am. A suspect flees the scene. A victim’s cries echo throughout the house. 7:08 am. Whining court commences with dad as…
Because of my fixation between food and mood and season, two stores float to the top of my happy list during the Thanksgiving shopping blitz: Williams Sonoma and Costco. Williams…