Childhood memories are peculiar things.  There are moments captured and burned into memory like a still photo.  The memory of voices carry emotions that bring the distant scene to life in an instant.  I don’t remember that much from New York, I was only four after all. But I do remember my great-aunt’s pool (pool’s are impressive to …

I blinked sometime back in May, and without warning arrived in the middle of August.  School started Monday, and I feel like I have so little show for three months time.  Usually I’m accomplishing all these huge projects and checking things of my to do list, but not this summer.  We’ve had a lot of really great family time, away …

With an abbreviated summer season in the land of the midnight sun, I also have an abbreviated summer wardrobe.  Contributing to the already limited supply of summer attire, I have been pregnant for half of the last ten summers.  I mostly have had knit maxi skirts because those my friends, are kind to an ever expanding …

Summer in most places boasts of hot temperatures, outdoor living, playing in the water, and sun.  And while people are shedding layers and basking in the sun, we are still bundled up in sweatshirts and blankets.  It’s cruel, but true.  The reality is, we still need blankets and throws to wrap around us in the …

When I was a little girl, my mom didn’t drink coffee in the morning.  Instead, she would wake up by the method of creativity, with a needle and thread.  I will never forget the sound of the needle, filled with embroidery floss, making a distinctive “pop” through the canvas, and then the voice of the fibers rubbing together as …