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Onward to Victory Sounds Kind of Easy After All

We took our kids to South Bend, Indiana this weekend to see Notre Dame (go Irish!) play Navy.  It’s always a good game to take kids–respect! honor! tradition! a flyover!–but it’s also an incredibly intense weekend: we drive out early on Friday from our home here in Pennsylvania, pack in some activities that night, spend most of the day Saturday on the go, and then try to pack in a bit more before we drive home Sunday. We’ve never done it with all three children before. We would be traveling with my mom, and meeting up with my brother and sister-in-law, who were driving in from Wisconsin. People thought we were nuts. I’m not even going to wager a guess as to what my bro and his wife were bracing themselves for. Thank God for sibling love. 10.13.15. Notre Dame. flyover. MOV And even though we knew we were supposed to be nuts, we had absolutely no expectations going into this trip: on one hand, the kids have become really good travelers (well, SK and Quinn have always been, and Cian suddenly has done…

It Adds Character Anyway

I set aside these two hours this morning to write. Something, anything: a new blog post, the end of another blog post I started two weeks ago and never quite finished, bits of the new novel that’s slowly starting to take shape, even though it should probably get developed less slowly and more quickly, because, hello, Leah, time doesn’t stop just because the cat barfed on the carpet again. The girls are in school, and Cian is playing with two toy trucks and a plastic Olaf beside me on the couch, singing to himself and occasionally calling out, “MOM. Toot toot.” I’m trying to push the shoulds out of my head–the “what I should be doing” thoughts, which are everything from taking a shower, to switching out the clothes that are draped all over Quinlan’s bed, to sweeping the dried oatmeal out from under the table, to calling the doctor because why does my back hurt all the time am I really getting that old, to writing up a meal plan for next week because ugh it’s that time already, to finding music for…

Maybe They’re Loud on Purpose

The geese are coming! And going. South, it appears, to my absolute dismay. Every single day, in the rising heat of the morning and cool of the evening, they’ve begun to emerge, loud and cantankerous, flying low through the gaps between houses around me. The flocks are small now, hollering at each other as they arrange their own flight patterns to clear themselves for landing on the wide swath of water just beyond my line of vision. I’m not ready to see them. I’m not ready for fall, and cool temperatures, and bare limbs on trees. I feel like summer hasn’t even really started for us, not yet. I don’t want to see the geese. But I have to admit I kind of love them. My neighborhood was created on a rise of ground that’s nestled in the crook of the creek (say that three times quickly, will you?) that meanders through our valley on its lazy way to meet the Susquehanna River. I’d desperately wanted to buy one of the houses that backed up to the trees that curve over the creek itself (the birds! the water! the…