My husband jokes that living with someone from Louisville is like living with a Canadian, our accents are slightly off and the minute you mention anything with a possible connection we jump to point it out. "Oh, you like to watch the news? Did you know that former...
Our Memorial Day weekend was filled with all the things a summer weekend is supposed to have. We had visits from friends and family, we went to a Cubs game, we went downtown to site see with tourists, we went to the pool, we sat on the porch and drank with friends, we...
"This is my least favorite part of Irish dance, you putting my wig on." She doesn't mean for it to sting, that's not how my daughter's mind works, but it does. This is my favorite part. She has always been tender-headed and independent and so it has been years since...
For my daughter's 8th birthday we created invitations out of popsicle sticks to look like a log cabin. We curled orange peels in to flowers and made a cake with rosewater icing, just like in the Little House books. For her 9th birthday we created two invitations, one...
My almost 12-year-old was sick last week. No one likes it when a child is ill or in pain, and yet there is a strange, undeniable pleasure in caring for a sick child, especially as that child grows older. Caring for even a healthy child can be exhausting and boring and...
My son has decided, he won't play baseball this year. "I don't have to be a player to be involved in the game," he told me. "Harry Caray never played, Theo Epstein was never a professional player." He'll be ten next week and the limiting of options has started. MLB...