We’ve moved into this new year like a sleep-deprived mother moves out of bed — slowly, bed-head and all. Although Mark did remove the Christmas...

I know. I know. We’re into the first week of 2013 and I’m still talking about  Christmas. Here’s the thing: Christmas isn’t a day or...

I always mourn how these two months seem to seep through my fingers each year, but something this year felt even faster. Maybe it was...

After having four kids (whom I love desperately), I have new perspective when we get to travel without them: Eat. It. Up. Mark and I...

I love this time of year. The leaves, finally changing colors, form day’s light each with unique and separate detail. “Look at me,” they chorus,...

Blythe, this last year as I watched you shoot out of your lingering baby chubs and try to bite apples with missing front teeth, I...

October sailed right past us this year filled with sporadic puffs of cool air (one even requiring winter jackets). As a result, we spent much...

I ♥ the 80s. At least the modern throwback to the 80s. The boys asked me the other day in what year I was born,...

 A [person] should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of  his life, in order that worldly...

It seems the end of September has already arrived — the time of year I begin dreaming of wool and blankets and fires and colored...