And then there were two, A Love Story.

The moon. Huge. Orange. Bright. Close. It looks like you could reach up and touch it, she says. They drive south. East. She reads aloud. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Robert Pirsig's Chautauqua fills their ears, makes her laugh, makes them wonder. The ridge. A black wall looming over them. Another turn and … Continue reading And then there were two, A Love Story.


Zen and the Art of Motherhood

I read a lot. Well. I try to read a lot. I do this because I enjoy it. And because I am on a quest, though that is a story for another time. I also home-school four kids. So I mom a lot too. Here is what reading usually looks like for me: *Sit down on the couch … Continue reading Zen and the Art of Motherhood

He smiles gently, a twinkle in his eye.

I stand in line at the library, waiting my turn to speak with a librarian. The older man in line in front of me is taking thick hardcover books from the bag strapped to the back of his wife's wheelchair and stacking them up one by one onto the front desk counter. I count fourteen … Continue reading He smiles gently, a twinkle in his eye.

Maine Bound (Day 1 & 2)

It's a semi-charmed kinda life... I've decided to write about the highlights and the lowlights. Because I don't want to give any wrong impressions. Because for those of you following this adventure along, I want you to know that most times with four kids are the best of times and the worst of times whether … Continue reading Maine Bound (Day 1 & 2)