Vesuvius At Home

It's Friday. We wanted to make a vlog this week. We wanted it to be a gentle parody of the Rebecca Black song. (Not a parody of Rebecca ...

We're driving home from school and three minutes into the ride Ayla discovers that the 3D glasses that came with her book order book abo...

"Roses are red, violets are orange," said Indy. "That can't be true." That's how I feel, Indy. None of this can ...

There are two blogs I read, uh, faithfully. If you will. One is by a woman who is devout and identifies strongly with her religion. The othe...

When I was a teenager I had this poster sticky-tacked to my bedroom wall. This St. Patrick's day, in honor of the Irish, I have liberat...

Yesterday at school I said, "Oh look, Ayla. Brandon has a Woody, too." We are resting today. Making an appearance at Momology . Se...

She didn't want to read her Henry and Mudge book. A stupid, boring book. And she didn't like that kind of oatmeal, she just likes th...

It had been a quiet week in Longmont , warm and sunny, when the family V got into the mini-van, and drove to Ft. Collins, where it was cold ...

This is a flash blog. For Friday. Not that kind of flash. NOT YET. I was going to give up guilt for Lent. Then I remembered that the whole ...

Indy and white blankie, in happier times. When I was pregnant with Ayla, my old college roommate hand-knit us a blanket. It was beautiful. A...