Monthly Archives: August 2017

Pumpkin Heads

  I have to confess that I misunderstood the giant pumpkins’ motives. Given the alarming size of their vines and their ability to creep almost visibly across the yard, I assumed the goal was simple world domination, no pumpkins required. After all, there was nary a fruit to be seen by the end of July. […]

A Country Idyll Complete With Child Labor

Emery returned for another sleepover last weekend, and while the visit was relatively brief–she arrived after work on Friday and left Saturday morning–there was a hefty amount of bucolic bliss involved. Unfortunately, the dark shadow of Child Labor cast a pall over this otherwise sunlit idyll. Specifically, Paul and I made the kids DO THE […]

Greetings from Sage and Minerva

A few days ago, I was in the garden doing some long-neglected and much-needed weeding. When I finally looked up, I was greeted by a waving Sage holding our chicken Minerva. There’s nothing like the love between a boy and his bird. Don’t worry, though–unlike victims of a recent salmonella outbreak, who allegedly got sick […]

Court’s Vacation

My friends and I had been looking forward to our cabin weekend for months: Every year, for two precious days, we aren’t wives and mothers–we’re women and friends, free to do as we please with no duties calling us. We’ve been picking a different cabin each year, and we knew we would enjoy the weekend […]