I remember, when I was a little girl, summer was something I looked forward to all winter long and once it arrived, it seemed to stretch ahead forever. Back then, Memorial Day was not the beginning of summer, but rather the last holiday before school let out. The 4th of July, then, was the first holiday of summer, and Labor Day, the last. Whole lifetimes were lived...

We've a trend started, I think. Here is the first weekend of Spring in Tulsa, 2010: (click through to see...)

We attempted to celebrate an important milestone in both a parent and a child’s life today: going to get a Driver’s Permit for Second Son. Note: Not a license – a permit. Ironically, on the way there, our local NPR station was playing an editorial piece written by a local guy about the recent H1N1 vaccination event held at the Tulsa Fairgrounds...

Yeah, that’s my street…and my oldest and youngest children almost knee-deep in rushing water. Two hours later, we just had puddles. This is what happens when, as Second Son said when he slopped in from the bus, “Mom! It’s rainin’ out there like Jesus himself is...

Every place has its own sounds, especially at night. When I was a little girl, we lived in a small town in Western Pennsylvania, and I fell asleep to the sound of trains many a night. And crickets in the summertime. Even today, when I hear the sound of a train whistle at night, it sounds like ‘home’. Now that I’m ‘old’ and I live in...

We’re going to have some major fun at our house this month. I know you’ll be wishing you could be here to share the joy, so I’ll do my best to post pictures and maybe even a video or two so you can feel included. The first bit ‘o fun on the schedule was opening our pool. This is a picture of our pool, taken oh…probably at least 4 summers...