Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Not a single dadgum flower. Not a single one. We left Norfolk behind this morning, and as I watched the fluffy pink cherry blossoms in our neighborhood blowing in the wind, I thought giddily of the beauty that awaited in Washington, D.C. Then we got stuck in holiday traffic for SIX HOURS—twice as long as…
Express from South Africa: a carved giraffe, lioness, African red bush tea, and a South African book about an elephant who saves the day in Kachoo! Thanks, Mom!! Isaac was so delighted with the book, he insisted on bringing it to the zoo with us. The weather was absolutely perfect. Completely ideal. I called to…
At the first signs of spring, Isaac and I made an agreement: when the pear tree in the backyard is covered in flowers, we’ll make a cake and have a party under the blossoms! And what’s a party without a guest of honor? Fortunately, Megan is having a baby AND a birthday! So Megan, Sara-Michelle,…
“We didn’t come last week,” a lady with lots of kids told me at church one Sunday before I had kids. “My husband was gone and sometimes it’s just easier, you know?” I nodded, thinking, “Well yeah, it’s always easier to NOT.” Fast forward some years and kids and it turns out she was understating…
Privacy settings: how public is too public? This is a subject I’ve been considering most of the time I’ve blogged. As a newspaper reporter, everything I wrote was public, as were my wherabouts—I was at the newspaper office every day. I had a work phone number to received compliments, questions, and angry rants, plus my…
Afternoon sun slants down around you. The once-bustling Yorktown is now a ghost town of bullet-riddled buildings. French, British, and newly-declared American men lie in new graves all around. Sunken ships form a blockade just down river, and as you hear cannons booming you wonder: “Is this the end? Or is this the beginning?” That’s…
We found some! Ok, it was only five tiny trees blooming on the side of Hampton Boulevard, but Eloise and I did not let that stop us! We turned around and pulled over, waded through ground cover, and did not feel silly at all. I mean, CHERRY BLOSSOMS, people. Do what you have to do….
