I don’t know about you, but Easter sneaks upon me as a stealthy thief in the night. Something about its do-si-do-ing between April and March. Compared to Christmas, why is Easter Jipped? It’s such a pivotal holiday, nothing in the…
This week, my son came bounding in with bright eyes and jubilant exclamations, announcing that we got some very cool icicle formations hanging from our swing set. I went about my morning getting ready for the day, when I heard…
Many years back, I was at a meeting. The cute mother who was chosen to give an uplifting message, provided a thought on the value of partaking in genuine spontaneous play with our children. She shared a lovely moment that…
My own version of the Danish concept of “Hygge” I guess you could say that our tree was always leaning, because our 18 year old son was under-instructed just where to chop off the bottom portion, and he was maybe…
“This is the way the Ladies ride, tritt to tree, tritt to tree!…” My mother was a master at playing with babies as she nursed them, changed their diapers, bathed, dressed and massaged them. It seemed she had a very…