Daily Life is Boring to Write About

Life may not be boring, but I can write about it only so much, or I'm going to bore you. I mean, how many times do you want to read that the eight-year-old beat me at Star Wars Monopoly? (And I swear I'm not letting him win.) Or that the eleven-year-old played Mozart's Fantasia for the thousandth time, or that I am still a failure at cooking, and you couldn't eat off my floors, but all the laundry gets done, and the dishes are washed three times a day.

A Slow, Different Kind of Education

Days are passing fast and furious, and I'm watching my boys grow up at a tremendous speed. My youngest son's baby cheeks have completely vanished in the last few months. He's so tall that he's wearing the shirts his brother (who is three years older) wore last year. My eldest is becoming a young man … Continue reading A Slow, Different Kind of Education