Hold the Phone

A phone at the lake is a relatively new convenience. When I was a kid, Mama Syd would have a list of people to call when we got to Uncle Bert’s on our trips into town. Or she’d fill her pocket with quarters and I’d accompany her to the store and...

Fair Enough

Max has a way of requesting things. Like when I’ve got Penny in the backpack, and sisters crying, and 30 minutes to make a 45 minute dinner, he will come and stand next to me, handing me items I need and then ask calmly, “What was the last thing you wrote...

Take a nap!, I said. You need the rest!, I said. You can’t tell me what to do! I’m a wanna-be woman who don’t need no naps!, she said. (More with her actions than with her words though.) Then she threw a fit well out of the napping time frame and was...

Unnecessary

I find myself, minutes away from another Monday, staring terror stricken and sweaty-browed at another oncoming week. I’m fine. It’s gonna be fine! Where’s a paper sack to pant into when you need one? Anyway, here I am sifting back through the weekend...

Wine-y

It started with Passover. While we prepped and readied during Holy Week, the kids discussed the food and drink. They planned ahead for whether or not they would be drinking wine or not for the night unlike any other night. And while Gemma was uncertain about what she...