William, my oldest, started Kindergarten a couple weeks ago. Watching my son step bravely onto that big yellow bus and wave to me from the window, I felt Change coming. I have heard other mothers talk about how hard it was to see their kids go to school, but I wasn’t prepared for the ocean…
The age of the Anti-Girl is upon our household. The boys have decided–overnight it seems–that girls are categorically gross.
I have a spot in my house. It’s my “thinking spot.” At one end of my couch I can sit with my coffee and look out the windows onto the deck and watch the hummingbirds chasing one another around red geraniums,
My husband is South African and when I married him, I married his family and his history too. One of the things I’ve enjoyed is the different recipes I’ve gained from his mom. I tried one of the family favorites today; Melktert, or Milk Tart, is a custard pie. Often this is made with a…
I love this time of the year, summer is still holding on but autumn is descending with cooler temperatures and blessedly less humidity. (I will NOT miss the humidity of summer.)
Dear Friend I hope you’re thriving despite this heat wave. The humidity and relentless high temperatures have drained all the energy out of me the last few days; it even (miraculously!) took a little out of my boys. Even so, we’ve been enjoying these high-summer days. Family came for a visit this month and the…
Reading through my news-feed most mornings lately makes me want to cry or go back to bed or both. Shootings, military coups—or rumors of military coups, terrorist attacks, militant protests, race riots, violence, anger and hatred. And that’s just the early news. I look at my little boys sitting at the dining room table coloring…
She gathers raspberries in white plastic pails
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I truly do prefer fiction to non-fiction. When those precious moments of free-time come around, I would much rather escape to some exciting time or place than spend time combing through the tedium of reality. (Believe me, as a mother of two little boys, I get my fill…
We took the boys blueberry picking earlier this month.
Letters From Home 