WanderTime

At the end of summer, just as the nights turn crisp and mums multiply, I make my ceremonial sauce. Forty juicy tomatoes that’s what it tak...

“I made my lunch!” Will says, as I walk into the kitchen. You what? I examine the perfectly made peanut butter and banana sandwich. ...

I pace back and forth “working” in the dining room. The only room in my house with a clear view of the mailbox. Today is the day. Te...

Where can you pay thousands of dollars to wait in lines that stretch for miles in the hot blazing sun for the opportunity to get pumme...

7:45 am  Wednesday morning. One of those days. An impossible, set-myself-up-to-fail, but I’m giving it the old college try kind of day. ...

It’s a fact that we all wrestle with, in varying degrees of unrest and resolution. We are all going to die, someday.  But sometimes some...

I read a lot of parenting paraphernalia when John was little. Most of it I don’t recall, but there was one piece of advice that stuck...