Goodnight, Goodnight, Time Sends a Warning Call

As the summer draws to an end, I’m struck with new waves of nostalgia and a bit of sadness. This is not a new feeling for me at the end of the summer, rather, one I’ve lived with my entire life. Yes, I was always excited for school to start in the fall and...

Sunday Morning at Summer Camp

My Sundays in the summer used to be much, much different. They didn’t involve getting up at 4:30 to feed babies, or scarfing down a tortilla slathered in peanut butter and bananas in between burping babies and cleaning up poopy diapers. No, they were much, much...

Sometimes It’s Embarrassing to Be Me

Earlier this evening I played in a soccer game. I feel like I’m a pretty competent player most of the time, but lately, I seem to have lost my touch a bit. Maybe it’s because I left for a year to have twins and have done virtually nothing (aside from binge...

For A Glorious Summer Vacation Visit Brush Ranch

Sometimes it’s kind of cool to come from a family full of hoarders. Sorry dad, it’s true (and also, have you seen our garage…I’m not exactly immune!). When my parents were cleaning stuff out and throwing a few items away before their move to...