I've tried to let Jeff know of my gratitude even if I haven't written it here. I need to get back on track, because that public...

I check into my blog pretty regularly for the sidebar of links to my friends' blogs, and I've got to tell you, I am sick of ...

Jeff helps my ideas come to life. I'm the plotter, he's my plodder. (Get it? I think it, he works it.) This is no more obviou...

Inspired the by the destructive quality of yesterday's beautiful heavy snow, I was going to write a thoughtful little discourse a...

Jeff popped in the kitchen one night this week after coming home from work, and saw me making dinner. "Oh, I'm not very hungry,...

Dear new daughter, There's something you should know about Kyle: he likes to know what his next meal will be. He once sent me a tex...

"Beethoven doesn't have braces!" That's what James said this morning as Elise dressed as Ludwig von Beethoven for a sch...