September was a fun, busy month. We went all over New England soaking up the last bits of warm weather before the long, cold season settles in around us. September took us to Vermont to camp on the lake with Darren’s family. This, the same lake (and the same little town fair) that his family...
In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We try to ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can.
Have you ever had a premonition or sense of foreboding about something yet to come? The summer of 2019 was one of the sweetest my family has ever had. Our kids were five and two years old, and we made so many good memories together that year. That July, we went camping in Vermont with...
June was mercy. Quiet days at home — slow mornings, sitting in the sunshine reading, noticing wildflowers, planting a belated garden for the kids, long walks with my husband. An endless stream of kids in and out of the door, sticky floors and dripping freeze pops, days spent in the backyard playing in the water...
April brought all the showers as promised; now we wait to see if May holds up her end of the deal with flowers. I’m sitting here looking out at more gray clouds while drinking my second cup of hot coffee for the morning. It’s cool and gloomy, but the bright green baby leaves are bravely...
Life this side of Eden is never just as we hope or expect it to be. It’s complicated — both achingly beautiful and devastatingly painful — sometimes all in the same hour or day.
February brought us both glittering snow and promises of spring. The longer I live in New England, the more I look forward to the snow. I cheer with the kids when we wake up to a snow day and any excuse to stay home. The kids and I spent our snow days trying to figure...
I sat on my living room floor that night with friends wrapped all around the room and ten children bouncing and booming all through the house. The conversation, noise, and laughter made it feel like home. A house is just a house, but a home is something entirely different. And that cold January night, we were home.
