Cutting the ribbon to the generator house Sponsored students Hannah and Rita, with their mother Pounding fufu Melissa and baby Melissa I...

Well, last night my modem minutes were eaten by YouTube. Why didn’t I clue in that perhaps watching videos might use data? This important...

We are in Ankaase, but our first night here was without Internet access. My thumb drive modem had expired, and by the time I realized it...

The Wi-fi and I are having it out tonight. But, more importantly, we are here in Ghana and the luggage and our team made it fine with no...

Three action packers and two large suitcases weighing in at 45+ pounds each is not the luggage of a girl who travels light. Someday I’m...

I put my oldest daughter on a plane Sunday so she could go teach English in Colombia for six weeks. It’s an odd feeling to send your kid...

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

Alison and I watched CNN together the night of the Boston Marathon bombings and the night the suspect was captured. I know that family...

So it’s come to this. I can’t imagine why a dog would allow herself to be so demeaned by a 12 year-old who claims to love her, however...

On this day, I feel like I should say something instead of just staying silent. I would prefer to stay silent, however, because the...

I used to buy my home decor items from a big box store, usually with a 20% coupon in hand. I’ve never fussed much over decor, so this...

I’ve been thinking about cell phones over the past week. Specifically, smart phones. For 12 year olds. It all started when our youngest...

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...

It’s been closet-cleaning season at the Tresch house this week. To begin with, last Tuesday I filled two huge bags with clothes and...

I’ve been wanting to write about clothes for a while, but it’s come to the surface thanks to Tuesday nights. On Tuesdays, I go to a book...

I made this scarf yesterday. This is quite possibly the ugliest scarf that has ever been stitched anywhere, anytime, any place. Yes, the...

I wrote in a previous post that I don’t sew. My mother, however, was a dedicated seamstress for our family and she made quite a few of my...

Santa has disappeared from our house. By that, I mean that we no longer have children who believe that Santa climbs down the chimney,...

It’s World AIDS Day. I’m never really sure what I am supposed to do on these days (Earth Day, World Cancer Day, World Mental Health Day,...

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...