Donald and I want another baby. It’s a fierce desire, this longing for another child.  We look at our family of three at the dinner table and feel that someone is missing.  We see our daughter totter about independently and want →MORE...

Dreaming of beautiful things. This weekend, we took Charlotte to visit a local poultry farm.  After learning alot and having a wonderful time, we came home with an enormous zucchini and the memory of the delight that danced in our daughter’s →MORE...

I cannot seem to find the disc of images from my wedding to share, so until I do, you’ll have to make do with the best part of my years with Donald: one very happy little girl.  Who is sometimes so →MORE...

Donald and I were wed in a garden. There were wood chairs and a band playing Louis Armstrong and an unfathomable heat.  There were black tuxedoes and green vests and pink dresses.  There was my father, laying down wood planks to →MORE...

A couple weeks ago, a cricket found its way into my living room.  And before I tell the rest of this story, can I just pause and insert an IN MY DEFENSE right here?  Because when my husband tells this story →MORE...