Last Friday evening, a surprise soccer practice was canceled five minutes before it started, my son stomped through the front door declaring his “official official...
Midweek dinners in our house usually walk a tightrope between “quick fix” and “flavorful enough that no one complains.” Last Wednesday, I had just enough...
Saturday afternoons at our house are always a swirl of grocery bags, muddy cleats, and hungry tummies. One weekend, after a long morning chasing the...
By the time we finished scrubbing the sidewalks in front of the elementary school for Saturday’s community clean-up, my arms ached, and my youngest had...
One Sunday afternoon, my cousin and her husband dropped by unexpectedly, three hours before kickoff. The game was about to start, and their fridge looked...