Playing Dress-Up

I used to love playing dress up. As a kid, some of my favorite dress up items were my mom’s things. Her mustard-yellow pleather jacket, any of her shoes, her kerchief she’d wear on her head when she would clean or play softball. I would spend hours daydreaming and making believe about having my own home, my own husband, my …

Are We There Yet?

On a recent family trip to London, one thing stood out to my children above all others. Bigger than the London Eye, more impressive than the Crown Jewels, even more memorable than the mac’n’cheese at the Hard Rock Cafe. The walking. We walked everywhere. And we walked for ages, and ages. At least in their little minds, and to their …