Wedding Anniversary

When I think back on this morning eighteen years ago, it really does seem a lifetime ago. Just a couple of weeks shy of three years in (relationship, love, living together—all more or less an instant deal) we were not strangers or anything. Still, our sense of...

Sleep Update (cough)

Last weekend, I whacked my tailbone. It was one of those annoying maternal injuries. I reached for a squirming three-year-old across the table—at Herrell’s of course—and the force knocked me back harder than expected against the banquette. I did not...

My New Mottos

Last month, I was catching up with my cousin. She called on a morning when the aspiring chef teen woke at five in order to assemble and bake an apple pie for a pie contest. In my slumber, I said to him sure, bake the younger guy’s peach pie as well. That’s...