by Barbara Spanjers |
There is a delightful hanging wicker chair that I have ogled and admired for at least five years. I would stand in the store, imagining the stacks of books I could read and the gallons of iced tea – and maybe the occasional cocktail – I could sip as I gently swung in...
by Barbara Spanjers |
Last weekend, my sons went on an overnight trip with their school band. That left two adults home alone with no middle-schoolers to supervise us. The first day, I was surprisingly teary-eyed at how quickly they’re growing up. It was a tiny taste of being an...
