Glad I’m Not Her

A couple of weeks ago, my daughter asked me to go with her to look at a rental house. She’s in an apartment now, and she and her roommate feel like they’re ready for more space and a fenced yard for the dog when their lease is up. I went happily. When we...

What She Remembers

In a few days, my daughter will be a quarter of a century old. She’s my youngest. Hard to believe! It’s a exciting time for her. Recently she got engaged, and a couple of weeks after that started a new job after being a well loved and valued employee at...

Remembering Life

Today is the second anniversary of my brother’s death. A few months ago I officially passed the point of living longer than he did, but I’m not sure I’ll ever live as fully as he did. The last few years of his life were not easy, but he was...

My Friend Wants to Bubblewrap Me

Every year about this time my friend threatens to roll me in Bubblewrap until Easter. It’s for my own good, she says. For the last few years, it seems that as soon as Lent begins, I start hurting myself. It started the year I was hosting a simple weekly bread...

Let It Snow—Not

I have a theory—admittedly untested—about people who love snow. The theory is based purely in anecdotal evidence among people I know, whether casually or well. Most people (notice the qualifier) who love snow either a) grew up in a place where significant snowfall was...