Remains of the Day

One minute you're sharing a chair with one of your children, pretending to watch Stampy's Minecraft Easter Special, but really just ...

I don't know what's happened to my blogging energy lately, but it's been kind of absent. All my energy has been...

There's been much storm and drang about the short, anticlimactic winter we had around these parts, but I have to say I'm very much ...

On the eve of my eighth birthday, my family gathered in my grandparents’ kitchen, preparing a late-summer dinner. My grandmother stood at...

One spring a friend incubates a clutch of eggs for you, and on a rainy Earth Day you bring home a baker’s dozen balls of yellow fluff an...

I am a slow, slow writer. Most of the time it takes me months, if not years, to finish an essay. This month I hit "submit" on o...

Saturday afternoon. C is making syrup. Again. Still. E and Z run around outside, "helping." M is in the basement, making music....