End of January. Usually a few remnants of Christmas decorations up.These loiterers get put away slowly; as I pass by and see stuff in...

I just read about a Harvard study that found adults spend 47% of our lives in daydreams!! It said daydreams were good - as long as they...

Tree guys are everywhere doing the oaks. Makes me think back to living in Wilmette and having our oaks trimmed. The tree guys at our...

Watching sports got us through the winter in Edina, Minnesota. My dad was a Sports Fan. Our family of five had four season tickets for...

My amazing friend, Julie - who heads huge companies and takes on challenges like I take on tins of Garrett’s Popcorn (Chicago Mix, of...

We are back. We’re out again. And book group is so ready to meet! You know book group. The microcosm bound together by a book a month. Or...

The Land Cruiser died. There were signs, for a long time, that we refused to accept. “You really wanna get this fixed?” Jeff, our service...

Sometimes snow is tender. It can come so soft it quiets me like the sound of a mother’s voice long distance. Today, so thick, it deafens...

I miss the sweaty warm feeling in the crook of your arm when you finally set down to sleep a crying toddler. The toddler that cried, as...

Rory texted me out of the blue: Is Pa home??? I shot back: nope And then he called. Whats up Rory? “Something kinda weird has happened....

My Dad, who died before we could be adults together, told me as a child: “You can be a writer.” Like it was as simple or obvious as...

On a recent hot, rainy, thunderstorm day where I couldn’t work on COVID activity #1 (the garden); Dillon said he would help me download...

“Look outside now!” Rosanne texts to the Neighborhood Gals chain. “A strawberry moon!” I run to the deck but I’ve got too many trees. I...

Over Mom’s Day I thought of my mom. My latest Quarantine Clean is the broken (but I just can’t throw away) jewelry drawer. (Does anyone...

Chris shows love through doing. He cleans the snow off cars with vigor and care. He wants us to see out the windows when we drive away....

A lot of friends are asking for something to laugh about....here is a story originally published in Chicago Parent. I hope it's not too...

“I’d like to slap her.” said a friend of mine who wouldn’t slap a mosquito biting her. A teacher told her son he couldn’t be a dancer....

I don’t know why I clip coupons. I rarely use them. Clipping coupons and then actually using coupons is not for the faint of heart. For...

It was softly snowing big fat flakes in Minnesota 34 years ago today when Chris and I got married. I wore my mom’s mink stole over my...

I leave a lot of notes. Sticky notes, lengthy notes, text notes. It’s a main ingredient of my mothering - sticking myself wherever I can...