My late night practicing is getting squeezed out by  . . . resident teenagers.  While I love to hear their music, sometimes it puts me to sleep after a long day.  Perhaps I need to become more of an early morning practicer.

Back to your regular scheduled Sunday Evening Drama: There she sits at the dining room table, her social studies book in front of her, a ketchup bottle from supper that someone neglected to put away off to the side.  She’s reading expository text out loud . . . just to…

He’s out in the front yard every chance he can get.  Last year he completely wore out the grass on the north side of the front yard because he spends hours pretending to play soccer and baseball games out there.  The grass was literally shredded down to the dirt.  This…

I tried a recipe for quinoa porridge, and despite the fact that everyone around here likes quinoa, I learned that none of us really like quinoa porridge.  We have determined that quinoa must be more of a savory grain in our mind rather that something that goes with fruit and…