By Marnie Hammar We’re moving our firstborn to Ohio State and I vacillate between lingering in the depths of despair and hyper-fixating...

It’s closing in, isn’t it? Our lists are growing: Buy the turkey, look up and pretend to understand words like “brine,” stock up on and...

I have a thing for barns. Most weekends, back roads are our choice for getting to soccer, and if I’m lucky enough to be a passenger...

Whether he likes or not (he doesn’t), my middle son unloads the dishwasher every day. Last week, as he was stretching to put a serving...

The sun reached forward, adorning the tops of trees and tips of houses in gold. I needed to be out in it, to feel on my face and my...

The afternoon sun reached through the window, shining on my morning coffee. The day had passed without me. I pretended to not think about...

Really, it doesn't matter whether she was right or wrong. What matters is who I was in response.

It wasn’t necessarily a deception, but it felt like it. We’d been led to believe something that would change our family forever —...

My mom took my brother and I to a park in a neighboring town that was much bigger than our little burg. I remember how its decorative,...

When my middle son was in preschool, one of the moms made a superhero cape and matching mask for each preschooler in the class. Every...

Once upon a time, I worked for an Ivy League university near Boston, where my job was to interview and write about students and faculty...

I saw her, but I didn’t really see her. I was loading my groceries into the back of my car, hurrying. It was almost dinner time and I...

Photos by Pam Scott, @pjscott6 It’s a Thursday morning in August, 2006. I finish vacuuming, because when you’re selling a house, you...

It never fails. When spring offers its long-awaited warmer temps and my boys burst outside, slopping through the softening gunk and mud,...

Let’s talk about what just happened. Remember December? We taught our kids about Jesus' birth, we did the advent calendar, we bought the...

I’m nearly damaging my steering wheel with my anxious gripping, waiting for the red light to turn. My middle son is lacing his soccer...

Summer closes on my 13th year as a mama. After I see my three boys off to school, and I’m left with my first moments of quiet since May...