A Season of Renewal

Wednesday was the first day back to school here in our little corner of the world. There were backpacks to fill with a year’s worth of school supplies, snacks to prepare, and forms to sign.I woke up extra early to make sure that everyone’s clothes were laid out and that the morning would go off without a hitch.Then I got busy with the real work of the day. My work.I made three signs that announced each child’s grade. I made sure my phone was charged and that my nine-year-old hadn’t decided to take 300 selfies the night before....more

Fifteen Ways to Break the Block

Every few weeks I find myself staring at my computer wondering what the heck I’m going to write about. I might panic for a moment or two that I have nothing left to write about, but usually once I start typing I come up with something.About every six months or so I suffer from an epic case of writer’s block. Last year I developed a no-fail strategy to ban the block which I graciously share with you today.Please feel free to use one or all of these tips if you find yourself looking at a blank screen:...more

Watch Out for Flying Objects

Throughout my life, in good times and challenging ones, I’ve always been comforted by signs.Whether it’s hearing my favorite song come on when I’m feeling a little sad, or getting a call from an old friend at a particularly difficult point in my life, I’ve always seen these events as the way God or the universe communicates with me and lets me know I”m not alone.About seven years ago, I was going through one of my lowest, or at least most stressful times in my life.Our daughter Lizzy was going through an extremely difficult period....more

All or Nothing

Yesterday I found myself on a train into New York City to have lunch with two friends. One who lives in Manhattan and one who was visiting from out of town for a conference.When my husband handed me the train ticket, I jokingly thanked him for issuing me my “day pass” from the insane asylum.As I sat on the train I marveled at how quickly I have always been able to disconnect from my kids. Even when they were babies....more

An Open Letter To My Son

As hard as it is for me to believe this, I’m the mother of a teenager. In fact Tom will be entering 10th grade this September.The years have gone so fast that I really feel as if one day I was taking pictures of him graduating from our Mommy and Me class, the next day I couldn’t believe he was in the fourth grade, and then bang, he was in high school.Play dates at friends houses have been replaced by going out for sushi, a movie, or walking around town with his buddies. Alone. No adults watching over them....more

Lost and Found

As I was sliding down the hill, I had to question the wisdom of taking the trail my 12-year-old son, Tom, wanted to take.I figured that because I was with my dad, it would be OK. But my dear 71-year-young father was way ahead of me and wasn’t looking back. I’d lost sight of him.Tom was behind me, exclaiming that this was the best day of his life.For a minute I panicked. We were 15 minutes from home in a state park I’ve known since the age of nine, but I feared we were hopelessly lost....more

Mom and Dad Go to the Movies

Before we had our children, Joe and I spent most Saturday evenings at the movies. After our kids were born, our movie dates got fewer and farther between.Today we can always count on a movie on cable or DVR to entertain us and take us out of our parenting roles, if only for a moment. Whether it be a drama, comedy, action flick, current picture, or classic, movies have always provided us with something to talk about in our 21 years of marriage, 15 of them as parents....more

A Mother's Summer Bucket List

Today when I was broadening my horizons about the world around me, otherwise known as browsing Facebook, I noticed one of my online friends posted a Summertime Bucket list.Have you ever seen one of these? They’re a list of ideas to spark a summer full of enjoyment and learning....more

So Long it's Been Good to Know You

I’m a good mother.I’m not a perfect mother. I could easily fill up 100 pages with mistakes I made just this weekend.But unlike the deep bouts of doubt I once had over whether I was a good actor or singer, or the doubts I can have today over whether I’m a good writer, blogger, gardener, or even friend, I don’t have too many over my ability as a mother....more

A Mother's Touchstone

As a mom to three kids, I do a lot of going in and out of my house. Each time I go to meet a bus, or get into my mom-mobile, I revisit a piece of my childhood and one of my most treasured possessions…my quartz rock.The rock sits among shrubs from our home’s previous owners and some flowers and perennials I’ve planted. About a foot long, the rock blends in with its surroundings. It also stands out as something unique. Just like it did when it was in my mother’s garden. First in the house we lived in until I was nine and now at the house my parents remain in today....more