10 in 10, Round 2

10 in 10, Round 2

7 a.m. It’s 6:55, and Sophia, Jonathan, Ollie, and I walk out the door like clockwork to meet the bus at the top of our cul-de-sac. We usually get up there, Ollie sniffs around the stop sign and fire hydrant, marks his territory, and the kids and I have about 10...

Vindicated.

Yesterday I made a Southwest-style salad to bring to Bluetick for dinner. It had fresh artisan lettuce. Avocados. Black beans and olives. Monterey Jack cheese, cilantro, and taco ranch with lime Tostitos. Not bad, really. But there was loud complaining from the three...
The gray area between sickness and health

The gray area between sickness and health

Last weekend I scheduled a playdate for Sophia. Background: Sophia doesn’t get many playdates due to the sheer number and amount of things we have going on. She’s not an only child. We’re juggling work, kids activities, church functions, and very...

Creating vs Consuming

I’m reading a fantastic new book (the details of which I’ll spare you because Derek has had to hear them all) by two business and tech guys who are at the top of their fields. One of them has a dozen kids, and he wrote a section called “How the Hell...
I’m turning into my mother

I’m turning into my mother

This could be a series. Maybe it will be. Installment One: There’s this story I’ve told often enough, in different contexts, but always with the same indignant ending. When we were in high school, mom had a rule. On Saturday mornings, we had to be up and...