Source Yesterday I was at coffee with a cluster of my good female friends. (I am purposely not calling them girlfriends because I am a...

When I was a little girl, my father drove an old white Plymouth Duster, and he used to let me climb in through the window like I was one...

Photo by Todd Nickols You are the youngest, and the one to whom childhood still belongs. You are the one with the LEGOs strewn all ove...

Techno music is blasting at Chili's. The clatter of stacked plates on trays erupt from the nearby kitchen. A cacophony of voices; plates...

The school year is drawing to a close. I can't think of a single year when I have learned so much about what education is and isn...

They are back—the husband and my eldest son, back from Mexico, where they went to build houses, back with tents and foam sleeping pads and d...

The kind of thing I photograph: Here is my child, cooperating with a plot to teach classification using LEGOS.  Two weeks ago, my fift...

Photo Credit: by T.Voekler  Wikimedia Commons On my kitchen counter: a half-gallon of vanilla soy milk, two cookbooks, an empty cup fo...

My son doing boy stuff, back in 2010, when he had his hair long and people kept thinking he was a girl. Picture by "B" Gordon ...

The photo on the right is of his painting of Enkidu. I am sharing some stuff with you today just because I think it's cool. This fa...

Photo Credit: Morguefile by Flutterby Some days, when you are a parent, just suck. Yesterday was one of those. It was not without it...

Photo Credit: Flickr Creative Commons by Claire S. I like sunrises, don't you? Morning is grand because yesterday is over. Now th...

Photo Credit: Morguefile by Xandert Standing in the kitchen with my teenagers over the sundered carcass of a beast, I swell with joy. ...

People hate Facebook ads. It's the idea of somebody watching us, I think. How dare you follow my activities on your free site and use th...