Vesuvius At Home

We were sitting in the Asheville Brewing Company when the doubts began to set in. A man with ear plugs and an easy friendliness had jus...

image credit: here There is a temptation to make it sound more dramatic than it was, but here is the truth: three years ago, Mr. V and...

Friday night in May, but it smells like June, like caramel corn and cotton candy and everything good in the world. I still don...

Yesterday my sister called me to say a swarm of bees had arrived in her lilac bush and two hours later, she had hived that swarm. I sp...

*Expecting Indy, Idaho, July 2006* Here is the road block I run into over and over again: I blog about my life because I want other p...

"A heart that is open to the world must be willing to be broken at any time." Stephen Cope Last week I spent two days in the hosp...

Yesterday I sat at Starbucks so long the baristas offered me free sustenance. "We made a mistake, but you look like you could use this,...

What I didn't say was that Monday, I woke up in a black mood. There was no reason for the mood. I went to bed feeling fine and woke up w...

Last night we put two sick kids to bed early and watched Moneyball . We'd watched Drive the night before, and I'd spent the evening...

I haven't blogged in a week because I've been too busy eating pizza. Potato-kale-gruyere pizza. Oyster mushroom pizza. Chorizo and r...

A lot of stuff went down today. I guess that should be expected when you get up to have a pee in the dead of night and in mid-act hear your ...

Central Park in October 2008 Yesterday I came both home and within two inches of smacking my husband's noggin with a cast iron skillet i...

Memorial day weekend passed in a blur. The girls were sick and missed their last days of school. Mr. V, birthday boy, was sick as well. On S...

I keep trying to blog about happiness, and I keep failing. I don't know why; all I know is I've eaten a starbucks birthday cake pop ...