Zootopia: Why We All Should See This Movie

Today I took my daughter to see Disney’s recently released “Zootopia”. At one point, my daughter may have set aside her popcorn and quietly taken my hand. At the end of it, I might have teared up, just a little. But probably not for the usual reasons. (Or more accurately, in addition to the usual reasons.) [Read On]

Things My Mother Taught Me

This Sunday is Mother’s Day, and for the third year in a row, I won’t be able to get back to the U.S. to spend time with my Mom. I really miss her. My mother is a lovely woman. She has a great sense of humor, cares very deeply for people, is easily hurt, and [Read On]

Fill in the Blank Friday – on a Saturday

T.G.I.S. (Thank God Its Saturday. Because, you see, I wrote this on Friday – and then things went downhill further than I thought they could go, and I went to sulk in a corner. And *oops* didn’t publish my post.) So. It’s been a crap kind of week, really. One of those weeks where you [Read On]

The Simplicity of Childhood

This afternoon, after checking in at our hotel and wandering out for a bite to eat, we went for a walk in the neighborhood. After a morning of travel with a lot of “behave…or else” threats hanging over their heads, the kidlings needed to blow off some steam. We found a lovely park with a [Read On]

Redemption in the form of a little Knight

Today is World Book Day, which means (if you are a parent) that you have likely spent last night the past few days scrambling around trying to find some sort of costume to reflect a character from your child’s chosen book. While I am a book lover, I suck at creating costumes. The mention of [Read On]

Project We: And so it begins

I am a blogger. My kids know this. So far, they haven’t asked to read it. I am about to venture into new, scary territory. I’m embarking on an adventure….with Boo. Project We. Project We is the product of my blogger friend/idol Jenny and her daughter Olivia’s inspiration, a method of togetherness on the interwebz, [Read On]

Cover – Boy?

A guitar lesson was cancelled last week due to a scheduling conflict at the middle school where we meet. Today we were to make up the missed lesson at the home of a fellow guitar student. As usual, I was having difficulty lighting a fire under Sam’s behind to get him moving. “C’mon Sam, let’s [Read On]