“There were no trees that would fit in our house,” he said, not sounding really all that disappointed. “I guess we’ll just go with the pink one.” We had taken advantage of a post holiday sale a few years ago to get the Christmas tree of my dreams: pink, sparkly, and seventy percent off. Never again would we have to wrestle with the light strings or count the days until we could haul the dried-up fire hazard to the curb for pickup day. Or so we thought. Ethan’s reaction to the

It’s an unlikely place to be listening to this afternoon’s wild card playoff game. I’m trying my best not to be distracted by the flash...

Today’s a day of waiting. A rare pause in the cartwheeling chaos that has taken me through this year, to the longest day. This solstice...

“Farewell today Travel on now Be on your way” I have wondered for a time now about the designers of Kleenex boxes. The goal of Kleenex is...

From my college days, I have loved going to estate sales. There's something about history, life, and the mystery of not really ever being...

Fall honey is different than early-season honey. Some have likened the smell of the former to dirty gym shoes. Fall honey is complex,...

Maybe they timed their flight from the hive to match my morning round of chores. Maybe they wanted me to see them go, majestic as glitter...

We bought it out of necessity, and we loved it for so many reasons. Leaves fell from the trees even as I raked the spent garden in short...

It was easier when I could just carry them. With both the trusted old purple hiking backpack and my Ergo newborn front carrier strapped...

For thirty years, we stuffed envelopes with photographs of children of various shapes and sizes, bedecked in some sort of holiday cheer...

I brought her in the house to die, but she didn’t. Rosalina is one of my original twelve hens…actually eleven, because Wendell turned out...

My mom sent a photo. It’s hard even to think of my parents as senior citizens, though I am nearly one myself. The image shows...

The purple couch was like an old friend. It accepted us, its people, where we were, with our dirty baseball cleats, fevers, and bad...