A few days ago, I took my kids to a local peach orchard. It was morning, the humidity was low(er) and Graham needed to crank out some work, so out of . . .
Like many of you, I have spent quarantine time cleaning up and organizing things long-past due. One of those is a box of pictures I have carried with . . .
Last week, I found a note from Henry's preschool teacher tucked away in my desk. As I read it, my heart quickened. I remember that feeling of getting . . .
I just left a second voicemail at the hotel in Maine we were supposed to visit for my 40th birthday in August. The governor recently declared that . . .
I've been quiet on the blog the last few weeks. None of us has lived through a pandemic before and to be honest, I didn't know what to say. This . . .
Yesterday, my nine-year-old twins went in for their well visit at the pediatrician. We ticked through all the health items first: what are they eating . . .
Titles used to mean a great deal to me. When I worked as the marketing manager of a private school, I desperately wanted to add the word director . . .
"She's obviously going through a phase," I stated emphatically to my husband earlier this week. "Surely this won't last." This I speak of is my nearly . . .
Graham and I went away to New England this weekend, just the two of us, for his 40th birthday. We passed through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and . . .
Eighteen months ago, shortly after I had dropped out of the running for a prestigious position in my organization and asked to go part-time to be more . . .