I’m not sure how many of my family members will read my book in its entirety, and that’s okay. I handed everyone a book with a disclaimer.

There is an app called Blur Photo that allows you to safely post a photo that will, no surprise, blur faces. This Mother’s Day, I...

“I think these are love letters,” my daughter said as she sat cross-legged on the floor of a storage unit that held the last of my...

My mother died 12 years ago today. I’ve been thinking about her more than usual, which means instead of five times a day, it’s ten times....

The only photos I have of my childhood Halloween are the two years I was dressed as a clown. My mother was an excellent seamstress, but...

I’m a little edgy the week between Christmas and the New Year, trying hard to “take time off” but also feeling a looming sense that I...

On Friday, I’m leaving town. It’s not the best time for me to be gone because we run a retail shop and it’s almost Christmas. And yet,...

The kitchen demolition at Rosedale started two weeks ago but I wasn’t there to watch since the kitchen really isn’t my territory anymore....

When I was five, we took our annual Colorado vacation in the hot month of July, and my mother left my packed suitcase with all my...

I absolutely hate goodbyes. Dogs are dogs, I know. They aren’t people and so there isn’t really a need to write a long, sad,...

I remember the sound of typewriter keys on Saturday mornings. Dad would finish his Sunday school lesson by typing his notes on the old...

Two days before Christmas, I did this to my car. It was completely my fault, and adding insult to injury (actually, my injury was only a...

I’m not much for ruts. I don’t like doing the same thing the same way over long periods of time, but I make an exception for this place....

There is a quiet debate these days about the politically correct word for mothers who give birth and then place their child for adoption....

This is my Granny Flonnie – the grandmother with the most sing-song name a kid could ask for. Her maiden name was Cromwell, but do not...

Dear Erin, This is your birthday, and I’m writing you an open letter. Yes, I could have done this privately – printed it out and tucked...

Well, here we are again. Another birthday for the third and youngest of our children – the now 12-year-old. The clock ticks and she...

While the world was still reeling and the dust still settling in the wake of the 9/11 tragedy, we boarded a plane to fly across the...

I’m a cynic about the card holidays: Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and Valentine’s Day. I blame it on the fact that I am cheap, but the...

For no good reason that I can think of, I’ve never been a beach person. There is no beach trauma in my childhood. I’m not afraid of...