Connor and Helen Grow Up

My parents still inhabit the place that, when pressed, I still call home. I haven't lived there as a permanent resident for almost three...

We have crossed the one year mark when the coronavirus shut down my piece of the world. Last week, Connor returned to in-person school for t...

My house. I've been in my house. We are now in month seven of working and schooling from home. Crazy, right? I almost don't believe ...

My family was supposed to head to Vietnam in a couple of weeks. School would end, the kids would head to my parents' home for a week, an...

I feel like I've been rolling with the punches of this virus. Work not safe - pack up and head home. School for one closed - welcome to ...

Did anyone sleep last night? Not sure. I didn't. I went to sleep with images of my beloved DC burning and kept thinking about how we'...

I'm a lover of small subcultures. And while there are many runners, I read that about 0.5 percent of the population will complete a mara...

It is hard to look around and see so many things closed. Every restaurant, knitting store, butcher - all someone's dream, and all at ris...

When the kids were little, Ed and I focused a lot on rhythm. The day's start and end were consistent. We implemented a schedule of break...

Since everything is topsy-turvy here, I wasn't sure what to expect for April Fool's Day. Occasionally, we pull off some modest surpr...