\My family and I are sitting down together for dinner. I’ve cooked something decent and middle-of-the-road, like pork chops with mashed potatoes and carrots. My husband loads up his own plate while
I was 19 or 20, in college, when I showed enough competence to pass an introductory piano class. I was about to turn 40 when I got a keyboard to learn on at
Sometimes I’m a much meaner mom than I want to be, or even thought I could be. When my coping mechanisms are out of order and my son defies a request one
Understatement of the year: It is rainy in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. In the throes of wet season, my husband and I sarcastically say to each other about once a week, “It really