Last night, our older son started his usual Sunday night lament, detailing all the things he hates about Mondays (and Tuesdays and Wednesdays . . . and any day that involves school or interruption to his preferred routine). Glass-is-half-full person that I am, I tried redirecting the conversation to his[Read more]
In the last month, two young television actors – Cory Monteith (Glee) and Lee Thompson Young (Rizzoli and Isles) – took their own lives. I found myself scanning the web off and on in the days that followed, hoping for more details – not the gory “how” so much as[Read more]
I’ve always been a night owl. My parents tell stories from my childhood, when they’d put me to bed at 7 or 8 o’clock, only to walk past my room at 11 pm and hear me say “Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.” (adorable, right?) Nothing has changed. Nighttime is[Read more]
I am drawn to bloggers who share their ongoing struggle with depression – who’ve found a way to manage it, but acknowledge that the disease is never cured, only maintained. Their stories give me insight into what my husband is going through (and I can never have enough resources for[Read more]
My husband and I fell in love while dancing. That’s us in the picture (so young!) cast opposite each other in the play Dancing at Lughnasa. Fast forward 16 years: our family of five (two parents, two children, one dog) lives in a 1,000-square-foot house where most of the dancing we[Read more]
“Let’s build a tree house!” There are no small ideas in the Bradley household, only small budgets. So, when we were reminded how expensive lumber can be, we almost tossed aside our plans. Then we realized how much bigger this idea was than just “something cool to build for the[Read more]