Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet?

A connection to Grandpa

My kids are growing up without their grandfathers.

My dad and my husband’s father both died before our children were born, and I’ve thought many times about what a loss that is.

Family road trips - memories for a lifetime

This column ran in the June 5 News-Gazette "Family" section. We've added a few more suggestions at the bottom from friends and readers - feel free to add to the list!



That’s the constant sound in my head every time I think about summers with my kids.

Death, taxes -- and summer-camp scheduling

Here’s how a conversation with my son went the other day:

Me: “What kind of summer camps would you like to sign up for this year?”

Son: “None. Maybe baseball.”

Me: “So, your plan is to shoot some hoops, maybe watch TV all summer?”

Son: No response. (Selective hearing kicks in.)

Good workout for the kids: Shadow mom for a day

My working-mom friend (yes, we all are) relayed this story to me the other day:

Her 4-year-old daughter, while watching cartoons, announced one morning that she had changed her mind about becoming a dancer and a princess when she grows up.

“I just want to be a mom,” she said.

Touched, her mom said “awww” and reached out to give her a hug.

Talkin' houses - and how we live in them

When I tell people what I love about my job, I usually talk about the intellectual stimulation, the chance to meet interesting people, the importance of a free press, the lack of monotony, the crazy flexible hours, the huge pay and benefits ... oh wait.

Truth? I get paid to be nosy. Being a journalist (and blogger) gives you a unique entree into people's lives.

Come on over for a game of Ghost in the Graveyard

Big news in the neighborhood.

I was walking home after dropping my daughter off at school one morning and absentmindedly looked across the street at a house that’s been on the market since August 2010.

Then I did a double take. Was there actually a “SOLD” sign out front?

For your dreary Monday ...

... here's a little pick-me-up.

It was cleaning day in the newsroom last week, and as I was going through old files and recycling and tossing I glanced down at the word magnets on my desk drawer.

My daughter likes to play with them when she's here waiting for me to finish an assignment. I hadn't noticed her latest creation:

Confessions of a lapsed runner (and blogger)

I have a confession to make: I am a slug.

Not that I don't work hard (most weeks, anyway). In fact, my job has kept me so busy these past few months (investigations, confrontations, resignations) that I haven't really had much time to blog.

Of chaperones, band trips and journalism gods

In a moment of weakness, many months ago, my husband volunteered (well, I volunteered us, meaning him) to chaperone a bunch of middle-school band students at Disney World over spring break.

I was (pretty) confident he was up to the task. What I didn’t know is that he would set a new chaperone record.

Science: It's a girl thing

I came home the other day to find my daughter finishing up one of her many art creations.

She proudly showed me a sheet of paper with a half-dozen detailed drawings around the edges — things like hairstyling, makeup, jewelry. In the middle was the title: “It’s a girl thing.”