I hope that everybody reading this is familiar with Gossie – so familiar that you think you might have recited it in your sleep last night – and if you are not, then I have two words for you: LIBRARY and →MORE...

When I finally do manage to successfully bake a delicious loaf of focaccia bread, I have every intention of sharing the recipe and a bunch of photographs and talking about my mistakes and all that jazz.  But in the meantime, all →MORE...

It is morning and I am putting the flag up on the mailbox as I drop in a letter.  The baby could wake any moment, so I am running across the grass on my tiptoes and slip in the front door.  →MORE...

My weekend was lovely… ...for plenty of reasons, but mostly because Charlotte started giggling with excitement when I sang “What a Wonderful World” to her.  I listened to my father play that song on a turn table when I was little.  →MORE...

It seems like I am constantly running into mothers whose children are grown and gone.  Enjoy it, they tell me, because this will pass quickly.  Cherish her while she is small, they say, because soon she will have a tiny one →MORE...