I forgot to teach my son to tie his shoes. Between washing enough shorts and socks for three children to participate in soccer and baseball, feeding the dog, running a business and battling a dandelion-infested lawn, it simply slipped my mind. Continue reading
Family
Family Camp
Until last Saturday night, I did not know that you can make s’mores with Oreo cookies. Marshmallows, chocolate, creamy filling… What could be bad?
I learned this at an impromptu family camp, arranged by our friends Susan and David (yes, it’s a weird coincidence, having the same names), who had won the overnight at an auction/fundraiser for Camp Tamarack, 40 minutes north of home up I-75.
We gathered over Shabbat – ten adults and 17 children – for prayer and relaxation, boating, arts & crafts and reminiscing over our own experiences as campers and staff. Continue reading
Doing Yoga with the Dog
I’m thinking of teaching my dog some yoga breathing.
After he gets the hang of “down” and “sit” and “leave it.” Once he finally understands “If you destroy that stuffed tiger you’re toast” and “Cabbages belong on the counter, not in your mouth.”
Dinner
My life runs more smoothly with pureed squash in the freezer. Even better, some of that squash should have been turned into soup last week, with the leftovers stored in dinner-size containers, just in case.
Glass Shards in the Kitchen
It really was my fault that the Pyrex bowl exploded on the stove top Sunday afternoon. I wasn’t in the kitchen when it happened, but I take full responsibility. Continue reading
Last Dance
My youngest son is considering trading in his brother for a Chihuahua. When it comes to his sister, he’s torn, but really, he’d prefer a Golden Retriever. Onyx, the Black Lab, gets to stay. Continue reading
Writing It Down 