A proud patron

Can you guess where Americans go more often than the movies? I know what you’re thinking—and it’s not fast food restaurants or the mall. Instead, it’s somewhere I’ve loved for a lifetime. Libraries. National Library Week just ended in mid-April, so of course my favorite place is on my mind. According to the American Library…

The care she took

It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night and you’re still in final conference call mode (or your equivalent). You rush through the end of the work day,…

Changing the world? No. Just a tiny corner of it.

When I was young and full of fire to change the world, I was rather disappointed to realize my lack of impact. My purchase of lunch for the homeless man I saw each day on the downtown streets near my office building was a crapshoot. I never did know if he ate the ham and…

Roll film

I expect movies in my head at major milestones. As I watch my nephew get married and think of my parents not there to witness it in the flesh. When my eldest graduated from junior high, as I fought back tears. But when I just drop into the kids section of the library? Not so…

An open book

I sigh in exasperation at yet another item littering the floor of my youngest’s room. Will he never learn to tame the clutter? And then I smile, my attitude flipping as easily as a page. A page in the book that was the object “littering” the floor of his room. This particular book was a…

Parenting books I meant to burn

I watch the young mother who lives near me and bite my tongue. As she searches for exactly the right school for her boys (just like I did), reads parenting books galore (guilty) and discusses the “right” approach for various tantrums (mea culpa), I feel like I’m watching myself about 10 years ago. Which reminds…

Shakespeare with a side of apple crisp

What constitutes a glorious morning? I have a friend who likes to frolic in the South African surf. Which may dampen your enthusiasm for my glorious morning. It’s hard for a Midwestern girl to beat frolicking in the South African surf. So lower the bar really, REALLY far, OK? I’ll see those low expectations and…

Pirate Mom

I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like Buzz Lightyear; received concussions trying to clamber out of their crib; and split chins…

My posse

In the middle of a rough week, I do what any woman does. I  eat one too many Skinny Cow ice cream bars. Read through People and InStyle (if you can call that reading—it’s really more picture flipping—but it’s therapeutic). Have two glasses of red wine promptly at 5 p.m. on Tuesday—which does not bode…

Confessions of a book nerd

It’s my mother’s fault, really. She is the one who started this whole affair. From the time I could barely toddle, there we were at the library, in the picture book section. Yes, that’s me, below. This is how it all began. But looking at pictures was not enough for my little ambitious soul–and I did…