Sometimes I think about how Jacob once described computers to me when he was a little boy. “I don’t understand why you like computers so much? What is it?”And he says, “Because you can do anything on a computer, Mom. There are no limits. You can fly. You can be…
Spring Break. It’s upon us. One short week from now and we’ll be face-to-face with Spring Break Junior Year. This is a very special Spring Break. The one that is destined to be a road trip. A college tour road trip to be precise. And if you’re related to a…
I forgot I have one more story up my perfectly appointed, pleated Parisian sleeve. Though I’m certainly not the lead author. On one of our last days in Paris, the big kids went to a shopping experience at Samaritaine, and the dads, Eliza, and I walked to the Musée d’Orsay.…
One of our greatest accomplishments in 2025 was Jacob getting his driver’s license. And believe me, it was a team effort. I was head coach. Nate certainly took home the trophy for best passenger. He can teach a master class in sitting quietly and never once backseat driving as he…
It’s good for the boys to spend time with their adopted cousins. The feminine energy is palpable. And yes, the boys are a curiosity unto themselves. But overall a compatible pack. I particularly enjoyed watching Jacob spend quality time with Eliza. Jake’s sixteen and Eliza’s six. Watching the original boss…
On our last day in Paris, we enjoy a lovely Italian lunch in Saint-Germain at Gioia. I was so excited to order the grilled vegetable salad and to finish the meal with a cup of Illy. Italians know coffee. After lunch, Nate and I go looking for a boulangerie while…
After our picturesque adventures in Colmar, we boarded the train back to Paris where we spent five unbelievable days. We barely escaped with our lives trying to visit the Jellycat Patisserie. We scaled the Eiffel tower at night. We watched New Year’s Eve fireworks from the Champs d’Elysee. We took…
We spent several days exploring Colmar and driving out to Kayserburg. We flew down the Tricky Track. We ate street food. David kept ordering mustard and getting giant flatbreads covered in Munster cheese. Unfortunately, we declared the Tarte d’ Alsace better from Trader Joe’s. Fortunately, the hotel buffet was beautiful.…
After the best fully prostrate red eye experience we’ve ever had, we arrive in Paris, pile into some vans, and then pile onto a train. When the rental car pickup doesn’t go as planned, we pile onto another train from Strasbourg to the idyllic little town of Colmar. It’s darling.…
In 2018, Nate was six-seven. Some of my readers will appreciate what I did there. Others, it’s too late for you. During the NBA finals, he’s acutely aware of Kevin Durant. But he’s calling him Kevinder Ant. And so begins our obsession with Kevinders. Later that year we watch All…