Chafing Is No Joke

Chafing is no joke, you guys.

Chafing is no joke, and this is how I know…

I corresponded last week with my friend, Fiona, who wrote many beautiful and wonderful things. We connected. Deeply. About Important Stuff. Like Faith and Parenting. And Irreverence and Laughter. And being Real, Complex People (read: Completely Bonkers).

About Welcoming Others. ...  read more

On Poltergeists and Scratching Etiquette

I’m not saying which son, because I very, very, very much (times one thousand) want my children to someday visit me in the Old Folks’ Home, but one of my boys regularly channels the spirit of a 104-year-old man.

I know this is true because my son awakens every night at midnight, approximately 4 hours after he goes to bed. He opens his creaky door, and he wanders into the hall. Fifteen minutes later, due to the nearly inert velocity at which he shuffles, he arrives three doors down, in my bedroom, mumbling, “Where am I? Where, oh where, am I?” ...  read more

It’s World Malaria Day!

World Malaria Day. Ah, the memories!

Today – April 25th – is World Malaria Day. I know you’ve had it circled on your calendars, and I’m probably interfering with your own malarial memories, so I’ll try to keep this short. No guarantees, though, since I suck at brevity.

Once upon a time, I was 13 years old with feathered Farrah Fawcett hair and a penchant for lying to my parents. ...  read more

On Cherry Trees, Nanny McPhee, and Zombie Litigation

It’s my favorite time of the year.

Not to be confused with my other favorite times of the year which include the first day of summer, the first day of school, Christmas break, the first day back at school after Christmas break, Spring break, the first day back at school after Spring break, and any sunny day in the Pacific Northwest.

But this – this – is the cherry tree time of the year. ...  read more

Jeff’s Gigantic Face

Just for fun, because it’s Tuesday morning (and Tuesday morning should be fun), this is my brother’s Facebook banner and profile picture:

Although I didn’t ask permission before sharing it with you which was unspeakably rude of me, I DID block out his last name which makes it all OK.

Honestly, though, when all of your Facebook posts come with this profile shot? ...  read more

On Being Uneasy and Transformed

Today, I’m uneasy.

I’m not uneasy every day.

But I’m not uneasy just today, either.

Today, my fingers are tingly and my stomach is fluttery and I feel a little bit off, a little bit uncomfortable, a little bit embarrassed to be me. (Sorry, me.)

Today, my thoughts won’t settle or shush. They’re a jumble of things that I’ve left undone, partly (if I’m going to be fair) because I actively choose not to do everything, and partly (if I’m going to be merciful) because there aren’t 35 hours in every day. ...  read more

My Niece, My Prodigy

My niece: I want french fries.

Her dad: Well, I want good listeners.

My niece: But Daddy, we HAVE french fries.


My little brother, Jeff, is a daddy.

Jeff and Kim have three kids.

Their kids are aged 3, 2 and almost 1.

That’s three kids aged 3 and under.

Three kids aged 3 and under is slightly less overwhelming than three kids aged 2 and under, which is what they had a few months ago. ...  read more