By the Way

One year ago I rushed around uplugging appliances and zipping suitcases, making sure everything was ready for our vacation. We bundled up in...

I found my keys.   I rifled through a not-quite-unpacked suitcase in preparation for moving, and there they were: the round apartment key,...

We bought a house. In America. Well, we are in the process of buying a house. One Saturday in June, on our third morning of house-...

Our plants are slowly dying.  Our ayi (house helper) planned to come and water them while we were away, but two days after we left, China s...

When I look out the window, I see a gloomy haze of smog.  The sun has barely attempted to rise; the nearby mountains may as well not exist. ...

It’s hard to get through the Christmas story without talking about sex. We’ve already talked about these things, so the ideas aren’t a surpr...

Contrary to all previous experiences, I am strangely optimistic about health concerns. I said, “You should get it checked out, but surely...

The paparazzi  The other day Juliana’s 7 year old friend was over.  As I was trying to get the internet to work so I could play a video ...

The purple cabbage I used to demonstrate layers of grief This month’s calendar is filled with notes of all the people who are leaving. ...

I have a picture in my head of what homeschool should look like.  You know, that picture on the front of textbooks or homeschool websites.  ...