It happened when a six-year-old was crawling on the kitchen counter to get a cup out of the cabinet. She slipped and dropped the cup, which landed on several other dishes next to the sink, including Vince’s favorite mug…the handle … Continue reading
He’s eleven days old. Go ahead and swoon if you want to. I’m over the moon in love. Tiny fingers, fine hair, little bitty bottom. Two chins, one dimple. Finnegan: Irish, meaning “fair.” Dunamis: Greek, meaning “power.” But for the word … Continue reading
June, and almost 37 weeks. Everything summer is happening here: sprinklers, popsicles, heat waves, wildfires. Forget-me-nots blooming by Sophie’s grave, starflowers and dogwood, star-shaped tiger lilies almost ready to bud. Dinner is dandelion fritters, and pasta salad with peas and … Continue reading