Category Archives: bryan

next year we can drive

Yesterday was fifteen years. As long as we’ve known each other, Bryan has kept track of the age of our relationship.  Four months, he said, that’s longer than I’ve ever dated anyone else.  What do we do now? And now … Continue reading

magic man

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My husband is all about the perks. If there’s an angle, he’s gonna work it. Swag? He’ll bring it home, times 3. I wish I had been blogging back when he went to the International Poultry Expo: oh, the many … Continue reading

this one goes to eleven

The thing about having twelve elementary school age boys for a sleepover (almost a month late for Jonathan’s 9th birthday): THE VOLUME NEVER TURNS DOWN. Events like this find me in a state of heightened anxiety awareness, feeling like I … Continue reading

fascinating news

Sometimes there are just things I want to let you know about. I usually try to wait until they fit into the theme of something I want to write about (because I have just a TEENSY little bit of perfectionism) … Continue reading

cleansed

This morning I sat in a pew, on the edge of my seat – watching, listening, waiting. And it happened. The miracle happened over and over. People of all ages stepped into the water and looked out at us, some … Continue reading

it has many uses

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A typical school morning at the Jones’ house: the kids are eating breakfast, I’m fixing lunches, Bryan notices Will’s wild hair and begins spraying it. We keep a bottle filled with water for just that purpose. Elizabeth says: “Dad, why … Continue reading

fourteen

He looked over at me in the gathering dusk, and said, “You know, I used to have a crush on you.” Excuse me – used to? I should have known then that he was going to be trouble. He was … Continue reading