In 20 BC, Roman poet Horace wrote: Our sires’ age worse than our grandsires. We, their sons, are more worthless than they; so in our turn we give the world a progeny yet more corrupt. The sad human tendency to belittle subsequent generations has existed for more than two thousand years. These days, cranky elders [...]
Have you ever been to Punxsutawney? I have. That's how loyal I am to my fickle friend Phil. We share a fondness for random celebrations and burrowing on chilly February mornings. We're also legendary procrastinators, which is how my family holiday card came to celebrate the groundhog. Our tradition started because I kept putting off [...]
Although Molly B's name is no longer part of this blog, her presence definitely is. It wafts up the stairs of our house trailing delicious smells from the oven. It rests lightly on a new cutting board, patiently cooling while we stand near, forks at the ready, drooling. Molly has been home on winter break [...]
Everyone has a Christmas Camelot -- that magical moment when you look around a room filled with all the people you love and your heart swells so big it nudges the tear ducts in your eyes. This year, our Christmas Camelot happened midway through the holidays on a frigid Thursday in Cecil, Wisconsin. Smoke curled [...]
I found a basket of memories yesterday, and I sat on the closet floor and enjoyed them for a while. Time stood still, and then pleasantly rolled backwards as I sifted through sports buttons from all those frantic years of active parenting. All four of my kids played on teams with varying degrees of talent [...]
