My Own

Just thinking about some of my favorite places.  By places, I don’t necessarily mean a geographical spot, but just a place where I felt happy and appreciated that life is good. On days when we had no where to go, I used to love going into my parent’s room...

I admit it.  I yell. Although it’s funny,  I don’t really perceive myself as yelling very often. It drives my husband nuts because he feels that I yell all the time at our kids. As we were sitting at the dinner table the other day, I asked my kids,...

Took advantage of another gorgeous day while Tom was at a meeting downtown to take the kids to DC.  We used to live in Falls Church and go regularly to the city.  After moving to the burbs, we don’t spend nearly as much time there, because sadly, there’s a...

Not sure what brought today’s little number to my mind.  My oldest son has just joined Boy Scouts, and I was going through the Safety Protection training.  It prompted me to ask a few questions about what inappropriate touching means and who he feels comfortable talking to.  I could...

There comes a time in all our lives when you come all that much closer to shedding your childhood innocence on the road to become a grown up. Eventually the beliefs that instill that sense of wonder start to unravel beneath you.  I remember distinctly, even after forty some odd...