Family

Joy doesn’t always look like fireworks. Sometimes it looks like a cake waiting on the counter. If you need a little joy today, bake a cake. Or buy one. Just …

Thanks to my grandmother, I can mutter an entire paragraph of insults without anyone else having a clue (and I don’t clean dishes before they go into the dishwasher) …

There are, according to my mother, 40,000 birds in my garage. That’s right. Forty thousand. Four, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero. I have a nice house. But I’m not a …

That Christmas was the last time my son ever saw his grandfather. Every now and then I ask him if he remembers what his grandfather said. He says he does, …

Anyone else have a kid so devoted to saving the world that they trap fruit flies only to release them? …

The kind of work that hurts your back, sunburns your face and leaves calloused hands … but also, leaves you smiling— proud to live in a country where dirt under …

I learned two things from my grandmother—never apologize for Cousin Eddie, and NEVER wash your dishes before you put them in the dishwasher …

When dogs are on a walk, because they have four legs, do they get twice as tired as humans, or half as tired? …

Mixed together it becomes more than a memory it becomes an entire time … summers long gone at my great uncle’s farm where I learned how to saddle a horse, …