Happy Easter: Part One

Happy Easter: Part One

On Easter Sunday, we all got together at Kris’s house. Everybody contributed food for lunch. Bun brought perfect empanadas stuffed with black beans and butternut squash; I brought oven fries, kale, and red bean dip …

Little Babby Friend

Little Babby Friend

Yesterday our little cat Babs had to go to the vet, and I was really worried about her. I was so glad when she got home all right, and I fêted her with catnip and treats and a can of Fancy Feast. …

Easter Egg-Dyeing Party

Easter Egg-Dyeing Party

On Friday evening, we all went over to Mom’s house to dye eggs for Easter. Bun and I rode over to Mom’s together, and when we arrived, only Jake was there. The first thing he did (before even saying hello) was tag me. …

Another Flowery, Cat-y Weekend

Another Flowery, Cat-y Weekend

When it’s not the weekend, I can’t believe it ever was the weekend, that I really had my own free time. It just seems too marvelous, too wonderful, beyond comprehension. …

The Landing and Other Stuff

The Landing and Other Stuff

This weekend was crazy busy. Rob and I cleaned the house, did tons of laundry, prepared our taxes, weeded for hours, watered three acres of thirsty plants, swept our porches and garden paths, and cut down a bunch of invasive nandina …

A Good Teacher

A Good Teacher

One day I was talking to Rob about Maggie, our beautiful silver tabby. I was saying how much she has taught me about forgiveness–because we were very cruel to her in the beginning and she hasn’t held that against us. …

A Funny Old Story

A Funny Old Story

I’m still reading my old journals (it’s one of my favorite pastimes), and today I found this funny story from the year Jake was four and Sophie was seven. As you’ll see, the kids were a real handful back then …

Remembering Bunny’s Wedding

Remembering Bunny’s Wedding

I’ve been going through my old journals again, and today I came across this little passage, about my sister Bunny’s wedding back in 2006, when Sophie was five and Jake was two:

Memories of Mintwood

Memories of Mintwood

As a child, I was always a fort builder. When I was 12, my sister Kris and I built our most beloved fort, Mintwood Estate, a crooked little house and elaborate garden, under a camphor tree in our backyard. We didn’t know …