Ginger Gets a Bike!

For Father’s Day, we chose to celebrate with a time-honored father-child ritual…learning to ride a bicycle. Specifically, Ginger learned to ride a bicycle. Now, Ginger is eleven – a bit older than most children are when they first learn to ride, but her age, along with the…

Birthdays and Grandmothers

My birthday is this week and birthdays always get me thinking about family. This year, my grandma Ruth has been particularly on my mind. I’m not sure why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she was the one who first…

Cape Cod Side Tables

I was out tag sale-ing again this weekend. I have a plan to furnish our living room in 1950’s Colonial Revival furniture and I’m hoping to find all of it second hand. This is all to be blamed on a blog called Retro Renovation which I’ve…

A Luging Story

The Winter Olympics always remind me of the time CPT America and I went luging. We did this years and years ago. Before we had children. Before the term “mom jeans” had been invented. Before Germany had switched from the Deutsche Mark to the…

Cookie Time!

I dusted off the old scrapbook this evening to show the girls that I was, indeed, once  a Girl Scout. There I am, pigtails and all. Since I was only eight at the time, I was technically a Brownie, but I did sell 49 boxes…