The Road Not Taken

I always feel a need to sing the chorus of De colores when on our adventure to what feels like grandma’s nest. Within a quarter of an hour, we trot through a mini forest and various gardens to get to … Continue reading

Five Hundred More Saturdays

That is my estimated calculation of how many more Saturdays I have left to spend with my boys. It’s based on the fact that when they reach the thorny and self-conscious age of sixteen they will prefer to drive themselves … Continue reading