I raised my kids with “chore charts” so it’s no surprise that my oldest daughter’s oldest daughter is carrying on the tradition.
Nothing makes her happier than a timeline, a calendar or a chore chart.
Her daily duties include the “pick up toys” and “brush teeth” requirements one expects...
I've become a hypochondriac.
In the past month, I’ve had a headache and wondered, “Do I have Covid-19?” And then, “I wonder if I’ll need a ventilator?” And then, “Who will attend my funeral if the guests are limited to members of only one household?”
I’ve had a scratchy throat and wondered, “Is...
There is a story in the Old Testament where the patriarch Abraham gives his selfish nephew, Lot, first choice in selecting farmland. Lot, being a bit of a jerk, takes all the good land and forces his uncle to pack his bags and move on.
Abraham must have been downcast or pouting or something because...
I have lots of opinions about the outcome of the 2020 presidential election next Tuesday, but I’m not going to share them here – or pretty much anywhere.
Mostly because I want us to remain friends.
My husband and I get along great with our neighbors to the west who proudly display a TRUMP! sign,...
I have never taken a vacation with my whole family.
There is a 20-year age difference between the older three children and our younger sister. Because of the age difference, our parents have never vacationed with all four of their offspring at the same time.
Until last week.
With my brother and dad...
Seventy-some years ago our grandparents would not have thought it was possible.
We were at a fundraiser for a community member who’d received a discouraging diagnosis. Standing in the shade, we reflected on who we were and from where we had come.
The Norwegian shared stories his mother told of...
It’s a goal of mine to have at least one funny line in every column I write, but there’s nothing very funny about the times in which we live.
Being funny has become a challenge.
I’ve already written about the funny neighborhood woodchuck that has since waddled out of the neighborhood.
I could write...
“Yep. It’s a woodchuck.”
I made the declaration with confidence after spending half an hour studying a compelling article titled, “Woodchucks and their droppings.”
The little fella startled me for the first time last week when he emerged from under a wide-leafed plant in my garden.
I greeted his...
I was just learning to read when I handed my mom the anniversary card I’d found in a box on her desk.
With all the over-dramatic “ohhs and ahhs” one gives a child for doing a good thing, Mom received the card with appreciation and read it silently.
Then — she collapsed into a heap of laughter and...
My vision for the future is unclear, mostly because I can’t see through my bangs.
Whoever said hair styling is not an essential service has not seen me with eight bobby pins holding the hair out of my eyes.
I’ve always had short hair with short bangs, not the sheepdog bangs I have now.
As a little...