By Michael Stephanie was packing up a box for Big Susan. Not Big Susan, her sister. That was just plain old Susan. Big Susan was the woman who came to clean the house every couple of weeks, at about the time the pile of dishes was scraping paint off the ceiling and the dust bunnies…
Monthly Archives: September 2010
I’ll eat, pray, love right here
With apologies and respect to Elizabeth Gilbert…. I am not likely to take a year off from my life. I am not likely to get on a plane, passport in hand, to fly solo into Italy and India and Indonesia, searching for my significance and wholeness. Most of the western world is aware of Elizabeth…
Summer’s End
By Beck I am cooking again after a practically summer-long sabbatical – my husband barbecued a lot and I don’t know what else we did, but I’m fairly certain that I did pretty much no cooking between June and this past week. It was too hot and I was too depressed and so my kitchen…
Playground Speed Dating
Guest post by Sarah Fader Long before pseudo-married life, I dated people. Yes, I was young once. I usually ended up scaring the guy off because I was “too intense” or he “couldn’t give me what I needed.” That was code for “I’m not that attracted to you and you’re too needy! Get a dog…
My children, Rex and Lassie
By Michael Okay, I have to say it. I hate to see children on leashes. Jill and I went with a friends on an Alaska cruise a few weeks ago and it was nice to be among the youngest people in a community again. Apparently, people go to Alaska at about the time they are…
When Breast Equals Blush
By Gretchen I never thought I’d be self-conscious about breastfeeding in the privacy of my own home. There are no eye-rolling strangers. We don’t have tightly-spaced vinyl upholstered booths or utilitarian park benches where I am expected to wrangle baby and blanket. At home, I have comfy sitting spots and am surrounded by people who…
Back To School
By Beck I love this time of year – the changing leaves (well, any day now), the cooling temperatures (again, ANY day now), new pens and pencils and notebooks and bookbags and sweaters. Only one of my kids actually goes to school, but the back-to-school feeling prevails nonetheless. My oldest. I write about her a…