Family

Nothing says summer like a trip to the beach.  Sun + sand + water = hours of fun for all.  Even though we are far from the coasts here in landlocked Iowa, we are lucky to have a number...

Summer and baseball are synonymous. Hawkeye baseball and softball seasons typically end in May, but a family friendly day at the ballpark can still be found just 25 miles north of Iowa City on I-380 at Veterans Memorial Stadium, home...

I hear this almost daily.  From strangers, coworkers, family.  Shopping, at a funeral, on walks with my kids.  They are 3-and-a-half and 1-and-a-half.  I do have my hands full.  My kids are rambunctious, daring, emotional, curious.  My daughter has no...

If you're an adult biological female, chances are you vividly remember getting your period for the first time. I was twelve years old when it happened–I hid it, deeply embarrassed, for a couple days before I screwed up my...

Allegedly, the year begins in January and ends in December. That's what our calendars tell us. But to me, the more accurate representation is that the year begins in August and ends in May, coinciding with the school calendars...

The microwave beeps: her neck warmer is ready. A spoon clanks against an open mug, as the dark roast coffee swirls with French vanilla creamer and sugar. Still in a robe, she gathers these items and whisks them away...

Chances are, if you’re pregnant, you are somewhat like me–worrying about the future and trying to plan ahead. As I get closer and closer to my due date, the one thing I constantly think of is my hospital bag....

I looked up and realized the little girl in the red shirt I had been watching was not MY little girl. Another toddler with a red shirt, dark hair, and of similar height had taken the place where Gwen...

The Scene Spring break; a six-year-old, three-year-old, and two parents; and a 19-hour car ride (as projected by Google Maps, without stops). ROAD TRIP! The Task Come up with things to keep both kids happy and quiet in a small space for a...

My husband went on a work trip recently. He went to Florida. He stayed in a massive suite. Facing the ocean. Without me.  That is neither here nor there. This post isn’t about how he left me for eight days...