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Alright, alright, alright. Every time I open the mailbox and dive into holiday greetings from friends I have to work to push away the guilt because this will be the second year in a row that we have not mailed a Christmas letter. Or pictures of our adorable children. Or cards. We haven’t even sent cheery emails. Some of our friends don’t even know where we live. Pathetic. Last year we were… Read More

There has, perhaps, not been a weekend in recent memory when it rained so hard for so long at such a continuous pace.  It would stand to reason, then, that this weekend would be the weekend our family chose to go camping.  My last experience camping in a tent (which was 17 years ago to be exact) caused such trauma that I can still remember exactly how miserable I was.  Thank goodness… Read More

One week until school starts. Children about to kill each other or get killed by their mother. Cries of “I’m BOOOOOOOORED” echoing through the house. Time for the Olympics. At our house this week that meant spending a whole morning in an assigned wing of the Smithsonian Portrait Gallery; choosing a piece of art; researching said art and artist; creating a report that followed an assigned rubric; making an oral presentation to… Read More

I thought she was joking when she told me she was a “motivated beginner” but there it was in black and white on the elementary school Christmas Band Concert program: Jingle Bells . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Motivated Beginners I’d listened to Jingle Bells, of course, over and over and over (and over)… Read More

New camera . . . cute kids.  I had to share.

Most free moments of this day have been spent eking out any last modicum of creativity left in the aftermath of the aforementioned Cree Indian craft projects. Yes, we’ve dug through closets, rummaged in the backyard shed, visited the attic and consulted the Internet. With ingenuity that would make the US Patent Office proud, we are now awaiting nightfall with two Samurai warriors and one pirate (with accompanying canine pirate). I don’t… Read More

I don’t want to complain . . . but I will anyway. I have had such a time with the sermon this week. I know it’s in there somewhere, but it is refusing to make its way to the paper this week. At least so far. I guess it’s a good thing that Sunday comes no matter what, so something has to appear somewhere, sometime before 11 am on Sunday morning. I… Read More

I’ve never claimed to be an expert at espionage, so I’ve been rather puzzled by the fact that recent events have proven hilariously funny to my children. The long and short of it is this: I am a terrible stalker. I just hate to be sub-par at any task I take on, but I would like to point out that there’s probably a reason (or three or maybe even four) that I am… Read More

We came upon her crumpled on the living room floor in tears. Her back heaved as she sobbed. We immediately ran to her aid: “Hannah, what’s wrong? What happened?” She sat up and said: “Oh, don’t worry. I’m just practicing my death scene.”

I was reading the other day about all the new words and phrases that have recently been added to the dictionary of the English language.  It’s nice to know those words that we use all the time (?) are now official: ginormous; netnanny; mouse potato, supersize . . . you know, those. The invention of new phrases, of course, is nothing new to me.  When my kids were learning to talk they’d… Read More