— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
My great-grandmother was a teacher. I've ran my fingers over her name and her sisters' names on the raised font on the plaque outside the one-room school house at Cedar Creek State Park. My great-Aunt Betty was a teacher, briefly, until she earned her PhD and helped the world in other ways. My mom is a daycare... Continue Reading →
My nephew Andrew Luke was born a little over a week ago. Although he is less than seven pounds and nearly five hours away, this miracle baby already occupies such a huge piece of our hearts. With each new photo, we are astonished at his mere existence. Izzi, who has always possessed an incredible fondness... Continue Reading →
Lately I've given a lot of thought to the term "measure." It begins before birth. In utero, doctors declare the estimated weight of baby, comparing its size to various fruits and veggies in the produce department. This week baby is the size of a pear, next month a squash. As soon as baby takes his... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 