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Today you are fourteen! I can hardly believe it. How about 14 things I love about you today? I love your kindness I love your sense of humor I love your grace I love your smile I love your great big brain I love your willingness to help I love that home is where you

I got to church today quite early, and was visiting with a lovely friend for a few minutes. Another friend, unusually flustered, sat with us to ask if we’d heard the news. This is the news: a family, who used to live in our neighborhood, went camping in a remote mountain area this weekend. One

Husband came home late from basketball. Usually when he plays that long (from 5.30 – 7.00) he looks a lot… wetter. And smells, well, gross. Today he didn’t. He came in looking only a little embarrassed. I said, “How was it?” like a good wife, and he smiled and shrugged. Uh-oh. “Did you get hurt?*”

In High School, my dad was sort of Surrogate Dad to all kinds of my friends. He was the dad people wanted to hang out with. In fact, sometimes, I’d come home and find out that a friend had come over to visit, and when I wasn’t there, the friends would hang with my parents

This isn’t Dad related, but I wouldn’t actually have funny children if there wasn’t a father around here, right? So Kids 1 and 2 are planning a secret move. I know this because I shamelessly read their emails. Especially to each other. Turns out Kid 2 is orchestrating a relocation to Cairo. Let me explain.

I just finished reading a manuscript for a friend. It was brilliant. I want to speak in capitals and use copious exclamation points, but I won’t – because I want to be taken seriously, here, not like a cheerleader with anxiety. I am very lucky to have writergirl friends, ones with creative capacities that absolutely

I am the spider slayer. Now, I’m the last person in the world who would call Husband a wimp. He is a strong, manly, testosterone-riddled guy. He can lift heavy furniture and unscrew the stickiest lids. But. He hates spiders. If he sees one in his vicinity, he must-must see it dead. Soon. Preferably with

Moments like this, I want to jump inside my story. Just for this scene (because Death Before Returning to High School, that’s my motto) while my characters are doing something cool that I can’t actually do. They’re remaking a dress – a costume. They have scissors and beads and sequins and glue guns and yards,