I love small town parades. Okay, not the time 30 years ago when the Memorial Day parade consisted of a couple of kids on bikes and the mayor carrying a Sousa-blasting boombox. That was a little embarrassing. But generally, a parade in a small town is a blast. It's true, you don't get the enormous… Continue reading Who Doesn’t Love a Parade?
There's a kind of online community of people affected by cystic fibrosis, and I'm loosely connected to it. I heard this morning that a 23-year old woman with CF died yesterday. I'm sad today. It feels a little ridiculous, because I'd never heard her name until this morning. And yet, her death feels personal. It… Continue reading Living with Fear
Honey! Even if you're bleeding, you still need to shut the door! In my defense, they were very small cuts.
Levi's most recent obsession is fishing. He begs to go every chance he gets. Today, he asked three separate times. He actually got to go twice. Paul has the patience of a saint. And because he doesn't want his dear little boys to get sunburnt, Paul hooked up a special rig. (That's a beach umbrella… Continue reading Fish Stories
As you know, I am the only girl living in my house. My family's idea of Fine Entertainment runs to tractor pulls and dirt piles. Going to the bathroom outside, standing up, with Papa, is the pinnacle of the day. I don't really get it. Boys are weird. However, it's become clear to me lately… Continue reading Sugar and Spice