Wendy's Excellent Adventure

My dearest Emma, You would have been 22 years old today. Everything is making me cry. Zeke was Charlie in his class's production o...

Late last year my Virginia girlies and I made a plan to have a mini-reunion girls' weekend in Florida. It's the 50th birthday year f...

A few weeks ago Zeke had some friends over and after that my beloved Cutco French chef's knife went missing. I've had that knife ...

For someone who lives in a place that is highly affected by the weather, I tend to be largely oblivious to it before it happens. Every morni...

I turned 49 a week and a half ago. That same day I went skiing and pushed myself hard, skiing through trees (which I had basically never d...

I was leaning over the stove trying to scrape ground turkey that had accidentally fallen on the side of the pot rather than into it, when I ...

I've written before about my love of bluegrass  and how, at the age of 27, my particular love of the banjo spurred me to ask for one whe...

Sometimes when I think I'm going through something rough, I think about some of the awful things that other people have endured, and tha...

My dearest Zekey-beans. Today you are eleven years old. Eleven is a weird age. There isn't the novelty of being in double digits, b...

Josephine, my sweet love. My delightfully funny, beautiful darling girl. Today you are nine years old. You are with your dad this week, ...

Dear Emma, It has been four years since you left us. Even though in other areas of my life, four years feels like a million, with you it...

I woke up to the sound of someone walking into the house. I reached out to look at my phone - it was 1:15 in the morning. I was startled b...

Zeke recently asked me, "Mom, is it OK if I sleep by myself?" My children have been crawling into my bed since they were babies....

A little bit of background: Yesterday it was chilly and rainy in Denver, so I worked out and then spent the rest of the day lounging around ...

Dearest Emma, Today is your birthday. You would have been twenty-one years old. Generally, I do not cry anymore every time I think about...

I live in a 122 year old house that I adore, but which is undeniably a work in progress. She needed new floors . New configuration. New ba...