Sarah

One of Charlotte’s more recent loves is blowing in peoples’ faces. I am not exactly certain where she picked up this little gem, but it is every bit as irritating-bordering-on-infuriating as it sounds.  More than once, I have caught myself closing →MORE...

Now that we are in the final trimester of this pregnancy, Donald and I have begun preparing Charlotte for the arrival of her infant sibling. It is…not going well. There are aspects of this process that Charlotte understands well and is →MORE...

    1.  After hearing me discuss the Olympics on the phone last Friday, Charlotte asked me what “fuh-nastics” are.  I thought for a moment about how to put gymnastics into terms a three-year-old might understand.  “Well,” I said.  “People dress →MORE...

Yesterday I decided that my goal for the day was to wash the mountain of dirty dishes that has slowly been devouring every square inch of counter space in our kitchen. I know, I know, me and my WILD dreams.  Try →MORE...

We’re a mile into the canyon.  Trees hang thick and green over the trail.  Speckles of sunlight dance along the ground.  A bird to our left is releasing a piercing cry, single loud chirps over and over again. We’re standing in →MORE...