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This is part 2 of a three part series of posts on bugs. Click here to read other posts in this series. * * * * * * I’m not a fan of bugs, by which I mean that I would have nothing, and I mean...
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This is the first in a three part series of posts on bugs, which have ended up being a suprisingly big part of my summer. For the past five days our older kids, six and four, have set up their little plastic Adirondack chairs down on the sidewalk near our...
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Seems like so many people I know, Mom’s in particular, are feeling close to the edge these days. Maybe it’s the change of seasons, the impending change of schedules, change of wardrobes, one more mind-numbing round of pulling bins in and out of tiny...
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Our nine-month-old twins are sick and the batteries in the swing are dead. No one’s going to get any sleep at this rate, so I volunteer to run out for batteries. On the way I to the store I call a friend whose father was recently diagnosed with a deadly...
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After graduate school I worked for a year as a waitress at the Olive Garden. Dressed in black pants and a pressed white shirt with requisite greasy necktie, I carried heavy trays of dishes to my waiting tables, taking care to place each meal with precision...
