The task of doing laundry – washing, folding, drying, putting away – is my Myth of Sisyphus. I still envision a time (an hour or even an afternoon?) when all the laundry is clean and I may rest. But each time I come close, the laundry hamper reveals a pile[Read more]
The slow and painful march toward Christmas continues in the Bradley household. Most days, my natural sarcasm and gifts for redirection are enough to abate the growing tide of impatience in our sons. But there are moments when the moans and groans of “How many more days?” demand something more.[Read more]
On this day when most North Americans are either filling their bellies or filling their shopping bags, let me provide your brain with a little food for thought. This quote comes from Joshua Becker of the website Becoming Minimalist. Much the way I always find a diet easier to stick[Read more]
My new, favorite recipe for quality time with my youngest son: one partially-used canvas, long since abandoned by the child/painter scads of cheap, acrylic paint the words “There’s no wrong way to do this!” My original plan was to work alongside him – he with his canvas and me with[Read more]
Ah, parenthood. I can’t imagine any other job in the world that can make a person feel more powerful or more inept (usually within minutes of each other). Last night, our youngest had a devil of a time getting to sleep. At first, I was accommodating (fine, one more hug).[Read more]
It’s not stretching things to say every day is a holiday (or a holiday-in-the-making) at the Bradley house. I think it started one fall, after we made a paper chain to count down the days until Halloween. On November first, our youngest son asked, “So, what do we make for[Read more]