Monthly Archives: August 1997

In June, some of the children decided they knew which was my favorite. I contended I had none. After I talked with my friend at the library with four children, I decided to follow her example and agree with them. … Continue reading →

Twenty years ago, our son wrote in his journal, “Our family is digging a basement under our house this summer. We have a problem because the dirt holding up the house is falling in.” IN the north, where the freeze … Continue reading →

I used to hear. “You’re the mother of those children! Are you kidding me? You can’t have children old enough to be in college!” Suddenly I am old enough to not only have children, but know something about family life. … Continue reading →

“I mowed the yard diagonally this week,” my husband was taking a lemonade break. “Uh-huh, very interesting.” “I feel pretty good about that.” “I’m sure you do.” While I was away as camp counselor, he cleaned house, picked blueberries, mowed … Continue reading →