Operation Nightie

That’s my nightgown. Will someone please explain to me why this kid makes it his mission to steal it off my bed every evening and run through the house with it, head held high, as if he’s captured the enemy flag and will now win the war? Last week, I actually found my nightgown in…

We’re all related

I’ve always believed that there’s only one race, the human race. What most people describe as “race,” is actually “culture.” Ethnically I’m Scandinavian, British, Irish, Iberian, Western European, and a teensy bit Eastern European, Southern European, Russian/Georgian/Armenian/Azerbaijani, and North African. Culturally, I identify most as American, of course, but I would call myself German American…

There is no humane way to separate a family

This is not new information. Look at kids who come from extreme poverty, “the streets,” orphanages, and foster care. They have the same issues with emotional and cognitive development referenced here regarding these children at the border.  (This is why trauma-informed care in all areas is so incredibly important!!) I am horrified, but not surprised. Horrified…

Cooking on Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to the man who introduced us to nature, history, hunting, and improvisational cooking! Speaking of cooking… in Dad’s honor, I messed around with one of my favorite recipes. I am out of potatoes, but had an abundance of lemons, and did not want to dirty up a bunch of bowls like I…

The Fourth of July

Colored lights flash through our bedroom window against our wall–reds, yellows, blues, and greens. It was like someone had hung a disco ball right outside our window, we could see the lights, but not participate in making the colors. I stretched my neck as far as I could, but the top bunk was just too…

Right Between the Eyes

Before we moved to the country, Dad hunted with his friends from work on his days off. On the days he did not go with them, sometimes we went as a family. One afternoon in late fall, when I was in kindergarten, I got to go with Dad to check his coyote snares. We had…

Farewell 2017, Shalom 2018!

Due to an exciting, but unplanned career move right before New Year’s last year, I wasn’t able to do this for 2016-2017. 17 Things I Learned in 2017 Fear is no way to live life. Don’t wait until you’re 40 or until you’re “ready.” Do what your heart desires, don’t let your head get too…

Feeling Battle-Scarred and Victorious!

The (very macho) screams you just heard came from me after half a bottle of hairspray didn’t kill this sucker that was chilling on my ceiling. (I wasn’t about to walk under it to get to my kitchen where I keep the bug spray.) I had to roll up a magazine and go Rambo on…

I Am Bridget Jones

I am Bridget Jones (say that with an Ozzy accent.  Cool right?) Actually, I’m Bridget Jones without the Darcy-attachment. I’d rather be Geraldine Granger with the Armitage-attachment, but I’ll save that for another day. I think that every single girl has that dread, that image of choking on a fishbone while you eat alone and all your neighbors are…

One Good Citizen to Another

I am so grateful to live in an area where its citizens are so sensitive to the well-being of others! For example, the other day, someone set off dynamite at twenty minute intervals beginning at 11:00pm. How considerate of them to wait until most children were in bed, we wouldn’t want anyone’s sleep disrupted by…