I gave Mark a wallet for father’s day in June with the last line from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Ulysses, “to strive, to seek, to find, and...

Childhood art is magnificent, isn’t it? Children have a way of seeing and coloring the world in the early years without the constraints of reality, without...

A simple act or word of kindness can be a light for the soul, so can be a listening ear. From personal experience, the two are...

I’m not quite sure how or at what point the word bored enters a child’s vernacular, but it has here. In the last six months...

Mother’s Day is this weekend in the US, and although it seems there is now a day to celebrate all sorts of things, of course this...

On the first day of this year, I woke up long before the sunrise, seized with anxiety. The same thoughts were spinning circles through me...

Weekends are always the best time for personal reading. On Saturdays, I tend to stay in my PJs longer and often meander back into my bed with...

Solitude matters, and for some people, it’s the air they breathe. ―Susan Cain, Quiet It feels redundant to mention the messy and loud work of motherhood, let alone...

I love date nights at home. Honestly, I’d choose a quiet night at home with Mark over going out almost anytime. We started these dates when our...

I took these images a few weeks ago on a typical Sunday morning at home: the kids piled in my bed playing; my planner and...