“I’m with the band”

When walking in my neighborhood, a friendly one I’ve written about before, I used to be the headliner. Whether trotting with baby in stroller or chasing my speed demon son on his tiny trike, neighbors would call out, “Hello, Kristine!” I’d wave back and smile. It seems I’ve been relegated to mere groupie on my…

When the rescued rescue

She makes it look so easy. My teenager, still a boy-man, does not believe in showing weakness. I completely understand this; at his age, weakness can be received by peers with scorching disdain. But our “rescue” dog is aptly named. We call her a rescue because we thought we saved her from the pound. Turns out,…

Meet your cruise director

Well, my cruise director, at least. In true Julie McCoy fashion, this girl makes sure I mix and mingle each and every day. Sick, grumpy, tired—no matter. I will be mixing it up with humanity at large, thanks to her. In case you’ve not met Julie McCoy, aka Bailey, a brief history. And in case…

A herd is born

We talk about love as if it can’t be seen. As if it’s some ethereal bit that vibrates between us and does not show itself. We make it too complicated. I prefer to keep things simple. As I sit and write this blog, a furry 80-lb. bundle of joy sleeps at my feet. Not quite…