Sometimes it's hard to feel kind these days. But I keep reminding myself that even in our tumultuous country and climate, kindness is wo...

Atticus and I celebrated our 41st anniversary this week.  And all those skeptics thought we'd never make it, (tsk, tsk.) But here we are...

I was thinking, overthinking, and waffling about what to post. Then, as I grew tired of waffling, overthinking — and, let's face it, jus...

Last week, Atticus and I celebrated our 39th anniversary.  (Umm, we're as shocked as you are.  How can two people who are so incredibly ...

Since he usually has summers off, this season with Atticus hasn't felt particularly different. But now? Now that schools all around us a...

Atticus and I have been married for thirty-eight years. (Yes, those-of-you-who-are-young and young-ish, numbers do take on a frightening, o...

This seems like just the right poem for saying happy anniversary (our 37th last month) and happy Valentine's Day to Atticus. We've b...

Every year, as a Christmas gift for my parents and my sister, I make a calendar. It's a winsome way to plop a year's worth of family...

Saturday night we would have gone to Mass, as per usual. Then, on Sunday, we would have been on the road to see Dear Evan Hansen, which my g...

The last couple of weeks have been over-the-top busy, and this past week was jam-packed, featuring four consecutive days of four hours on th...

... and he sent me this: Oh, how I love that man.

Birthdays in July  One is sixteen.  Sixty-one is another.  One is my daughter.  My husband's the other.  © Karen Ed...

Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner Richard Wilbur (who has long had his own category on my blog), passed away last Saturday at the ag...

As Imperceptibly as Grief, the Summer Lapsed Away.... ~~ Emily Dickinson  No one can nail it quite like my girl Emily.  ~~~~~ ...

Umm, where did the first half of 2017 go? Kinda sped by, no? ~~~~~ In May, Atticus ran his first half marathon. He'd run t...

Yesterday I  mentioned TelePictionary . It's a cross between Telephone and Pictionary, and if you don't know how to play it, I'm...

I wrote this in 2005, my first year of blogging, and have rerun it a number of times since then. My girls were then ages 12, 9, and 3. I...

On Facebook yesterday, I posted this picture, a sampling from Atticus's garden, and I said:  I'm not a gardener. But on a c...

Last night I told my sister a story she'd never heard before. We were talking about the ways God sometimes seems to drop someone into yo...

Father’s Song Gregory Orr Yesterday, against admonishment, my daughter balanced on the couch back, fell and cut her mouth. Because I ...