Author Archives: Erin

We’re all settling into a bit of a routine.  Both kids seem tuckered out from school, so we’re still adjusting bedtimes so that they don’t squabble their way through the evenings.  But Katherine very happily hops on the bus each … Continue reading →

Sydney got back last week and since then it’s been a flurry of meetings, orientation exercises, and both old and new students popping up all over.  We start classes on Monday.  The kids, though, started this week, with Nathaniel scootering … Continue reading →

We will pick Sydney up in Cincinnati tomorrow, after the kids and I check out a kids’ museum and, I’m sure, encounter other adventures.  Katherine, with newly cut hair and a new gap-toothed smile, helped me make scones for the … Continue reading →

Last year, if I had taken the kids on an outing without snacks, shortly before lunch, the back seat of our car would have been a war zone.  Today, though, after stopping at the library, when both kids were getting … Continue reading →

Erin

I explained sarcasm to the kids this morning, since it seemed appropriate for characterizing the weather (81 degrees, Real Feel of 88, before 9am?  I have to mow!). Katherine processed my explanation and then said, thoughtfully, “You use that a … Continue reading →

Sydney comes back in a week, after a five-week absence.  After a hello hug and a few deep, swoonish sighs in his direction (which will make him laugh), I’ll have to face the fact that the school year is barreling … Continue reading →

Sydney’s jungle has begun.  These morning glories are a good ten feet off the ground, and they’re much more of a purple than blue, despite what the picture indicates. By the way, Sydney has our good camera, whereas I’m currently … Continue reading →

When we bought our house, I knew immediately I’d need to do some painting.  Things were just a bit beaten up and there were a lot of hastily patched nail holes throughout the house.  I love the green in our … Continue reading →

When asked what her family was doing while she was caught up in writing Beloved: “Writing is always a displacement.  It’s like walking underwater.  And everything else looks a little dim and a little far away.  It can last for … Continue reading →