Greta is an enigma.  I’m a little worried about what she is going to be like as a teenager. She does not (ahem NOT) like strangers.  Even when she was a squashy three-month-old listing sideways in the shopping cart, she would never (NEVER) smile at the inevitable friendly person who came up behind us in the checkout line.  Our newly found...

I snapped this picture of Maren this same week last year, in February 2012.  Greta was probably napping, and I was having some one-on-one time with my favorite four-year-old.  She must have chosen the game because I never choose Chutes and Ladders.  C’mon, can any other parents relate?  It is the game that can go on for hours.  All that sliding… This...

This past weekend, I went away with my six college roommates.  We shared a house, two different houses actually, our junior and senior year of college.  All these years later, we still have one to two reunions per year, which is pretty amazing since we are now spread out through the Midwest, with one outlier in California, and we have complex logistics to coordinate...

I passed my six month chemo-versary; it’s been six months since my last chemo treatment in August.  I know you probably think I’m crazy, but I’m still somewhat nostalgic for my friend Chemo.  I have good memories of Chemo.  Today, as I try to rise and Do Today Well, I feel proud that I can look back on Chemo Days and say, “Yes, I think I did...

Me:  “Night night Greta, I love you.” Greta:  “I wud you Mommy.” Me:  ::melting::  Are there any sweeter words?