The other day I drove Eva to school, like always. Same time. Same roads. Very routine.  I stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, and...

An incomplete list of things I get excited about in my 40’s: When the grocery store ad switches over on Wednesdays. Garbage Day.  Free birth...

Aw, Christmas.  Is it joyful, or is it the absolute worst thing we do to ourselves? I never really know. I’m all over the place, personally....

I enjoy the ritual of reviewing the year, so I always have a lot to blog about in December. I started this end of year prompt and never fini...

It’s Friday night, and my  living quarters are full of screaming girls. Our house was the chosen location for a Dance Ensemble winter social...

One thing I’ve noticed after 20 years of blogging (yes, it’s been 20 years! Isn’t that crazy?) is that I can’t remember our holiday celebrat...

 “I’m not a diva, I just have ADHD.” -Eva ————— “I don’t trust big scissors.” -Eva ————— “Mom, I think I have allergies. My toe itches reall...