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Today, I had the distinct honor of speaking to a mother mid-parenting breakdown. She insisted her teenagers had reached new levels of impossibility—levels, I might add, previously only charted by toddlers. As she described the precise actions that were making her crazy, I couldn’t help but smile. I reminded her—gently, like a crowbar—that we’d had this exact conversation a decade ago, only with more diapers and fewer door slams. She had forgotten that she can

Another word I just love: SPUDDLE. This is an old English word from the 1600s and it means to be extremely busy while achieving absolutely nothing. I mean, sometimes the old simple stuff really is the best!

I’m quite sure Willie was uncomfortable with the way I was staring at him as we sat in the well-appointed dining room of the Lamont Manse. It was the culmination of our genealogy efforts over the past couple years. We certainly never expected to meet the current gracious head of Scotland’s Clan Lamont Society, so when she offered to host us in the ancestral home, our excitement was incalculable! It felt like stepping into a

We had spent months taking all manner of medicine—from OTC to prescribed and back again. Naturally, we ignored our own advice to ‘simplify’ and just kept adding potions to our pharmacy-in-a-cottage. Both of us ended up developing a cough so persistent it began to feel like a third roommate. The symptoms ebbed and flowed with all the predictability of a moody tide chart. Just when we thought we were better—cough. On a call with my

“What year did I win the regional title?” “What is the name of the restaurant with the great cheese grits?” “What movies did I say I wanted to watch?” “Where did I put my keys?” Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could just Google search our brains?