In which I begin to explain the recent Great Silence
Long-time readers know that it is not my practice to burden either of us with a long post on Saturdays, but since I haven’t posted since…
Long-time readers know that it is not my practice to burden either of us with a long post on Saturdays, but since I haven’t posted since…
After spending the last month making appearances around the country, 107-year-old Richard Arvine Overton, America’s oldest veteran, plans to spend Memorial Day sipping whisky and smoking…
When I was in second grade, a tornado passed directly over my elementary school. Growing up in Dallas, our school had tornado drills at least once a month in the spring, so we all knew what to do when the warning came. Within minutes, my classmates and I were huddled in the hall, heads tucked into the crack between the smooth cold concrete floor and the brick wall of the reinforced hallway, fingers laced over the back of our heads, braced for impact.
Scenes from our trip to Faneuil Hall Marketplace in Boston.
Being in the sandwich generation can be pretty terrible sometimes. Last year, my mother sat down with my husband and me to talk about my role as her healthcare proxy. Although she is not sick now, in the event that she becomes sick, she wanted to be certain I knew her wishes so that I could advocate for them on her behalf, if necessary. It was a painful conversation. But also vital, because making end-of-life decisions on behalf of another person is impossibly hard. When you have this conversation with your parents, it’s important to know how to structure it, so that you can align your loved ones’ end-of-life care with their quality-of-life goals.
Well, our house looks gorgeous. Too bad we’re moving.
Boston Globe: Families mourn as investigation of Boston Marathon bombings continues
A surprising side effect of decluttering so intensely for so many days… The Six-Year-Old is much less interested in watching TV now that the Toy Rapture has happened.
Exactly one minute before I was due to drop The Five-Year-Old off at kindergarten this morning, she said something remarkably insightful. But before I get to…
Greetings from the one remaining corner of my home where there is room to seat both me and my computer. I really thought this decluttering stuff was supposed to create space. Instead, it seems to have completely eliminated it. I hope to have better news on this front next week. But in the meantime, here’s this week’s news party.