Last Friday was one of those long, everything-is-happening-at-once kind of days. Soccer practice ran late, my husband called to say he was bringing a coworker
During a spontaneous backyard barbecue with my husband, our two teens, and a few neighborhood friends, I whipped up something that surprised everyone — an
The kind where fans seem useless and cold drinks disappear before they hit the table. On one particularly relentless afternoon, I found myself standing in