Love Means Showing Up
I’m not really a foodie. I’m happy for people who find joy in cooking really complicated recipes, but I’m more of a “let’s feed these masses and get moving with our next activity” kind of mom. Over the years, I’ve discovered that if a recipe has more steps than tacos, it’s probably not going to
I should have paid closer attention to the online invitation. We are part of an adoption playgroup for transracial families and they were hosting a pool party. It’s a really nice group of people, but we don’t have a lot of overlap in our lives with the other families except for the fact that we’ve
My grandmother, Frances Olson, was a music teacher for many years. In their home of forty-five years in Atlanta, she and my grandpa had a lovely piano in the family room. They also had a small organ that they magically fit into the not-very-big dining room. Next to the organ, with all of her music