When generous people made a California trip possible for our family several years ago, we did the Disneyland thing and the outlet mall shopping trip and the sand-n-sea excursion. We also visited a mega-church one Sunday morning. When it came to extra time and choices of activities that weekend, I suggested we visit one…
We all sat down with our food at McDonald’s, appropriately in the Playland, where there was enough seating for all of us and where our cumulative maturity level demanded we sit. It was our final time together, after a weekend family reunion that pulled in aunts, uncles, and cousins from as far east as St….
Yesterday morning I spent an hour making sausage potato bites for my guys. I found the recipe in the 2012 Celebrate magazine, and Matt and Caleb got tears of joy in their eyes when they tried them for the first time. A combination of Jimmy Dean, hashbrowns, and Parmesan, these little babies are what Montana…
This weekend I drove away from my mother and my daughter, and I think there should be a law against that. I drove to Wyoming by myself, to visit my mom, and we had the most wonderful time. She took me to a little place in Lander called The Middle Fork, where I ate the…
Six or seven times, she told me. That’s how often she would got up every night to help her mother who has dementia. She said it with a smile, as if it were a privilege and not a burden. Then there was this septic guy yesterday. Well, he wasn’t septic, but he pumps that stuff….
I just spent three days at a family reunion in Wyoming, with a house smooshed full with aunts and uncles and cousins. They cast anxious looks at me on occasion, wondering if their antics would end up in a blog post. I feel like I need to write about them, just so their fears are rewarded….
B.U.R.P. stands for “Blow Up Roger’s Place”, and it means family reunion at my dad’s house, ice cold soda in coolers, thick burgers, and watermelon –followed by ten gazillion bottle rockets exploding from empty cans placed on the driveway. Then, when dark falls, the boys light “the big stuff”. Ooooooh. Aaaaaah. This is what we do…
I thought you might want to know what we fight about at this house. What a real pillow is: Matt prefers to sleep on a pillowcase with three feathers in it. I like a mountain of fluffy goodness. So for 22 years he says, Hand me my pillow. And I say, Pillow? Oh, you mean this…
At 8:00 I arrived at the court house, by invitation of friends who were completing the adoption of two children. The last time I was in that room it was to watch a divorce finalize. Everything broken walks in those doors. How wearisome it must be to put on the robe and sit behind the…
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