One of the greatest pleasures of summertime is the abundance of color on the table. Berries and melons and leafy greens are in season, making...

“a weekly portrait of my children in 2014” liam //Although you’re intuitive, articulate, and well-read, you love to play. I love this mixture in you...

Burke, this evening at 10:36 you turned eight. Even now, as I listen to your unrestrained laughter with friends in the other room, I can...

Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it...

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

You are a force, Burke. Not the force, but a force nonetheless. Whether throwing your body to tackle someone or wrapping your legs and arms around...

In honor of today, the kids and I have been reading books and talking about MLK Jr., which of course has led to much larger...

This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by...

You and your brother love to hear and tell stories. It’s not uncommon for either of you to dictate a story for me to transcribe...

Sometimes parenting (or cleaning/organizing a house with) young children feels Sisyphean: that I, just like this mythological man, am striving to push this boulder up a hill, only...