The Talk

“So, let’s have a talk,” I say to my youngest.   He looks at me very cautiously because, well, you can never know what I am going to say, and frankly, he is seventeen and would rather play video games than chat with his mother.   Nevertheless, I feel the urge to purge some information… Continue reading The Talk


I am not sure what it is, but when I am preparing for a trip, I start nesting.   Similar to a pregnant woman, I am cleaning, purging, gathering, and trying to pack.  I have lists for me, the boys, and probably, if you wanted a list, I would write one for you as well.… Continue reading Nesting