Month: 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. In July, we visited my favorite son, his wife and 5-month-old daughter. I insisted that…

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 line is eight feet below the surface, foundations are so deep that most homes have…

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. First it was my daughter. She babysat three children for a few weeks this summer.…

“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 the yard and made his first pie crusts for fresh blueberry pie. “After mixed the…