Our Charlie is, or at least should be, the poster child for the YouTube Generation. He lives his life by YouTube. In fact, earlier this week, he flew across the country to LA to hang out with, work with and live with (temporarily) the YouTubers whose work he’s been editing for the past year. Our… Continue reading The Generation of YouTube

The distance between the front porch - the entrance to the beach house - and the house’s foyer, is just inches. But the actual distance spans years. And days. And minutes. Beach memories of family, and friends like family, of generations, of shared childcare, of shared meals, shared grandparents and grandchildren, are unique only in… Continue reading Sea Side

I love the smooth ride of cycling on pavement, but I’m less than comfortable on the road with cars, and where we live the closest alternatives are trail riding and mountain biking. Usually, when I’m limited on time, I choose trail riding along the Canal. It’s bumpy and dirty, but it’s also beautiful and serene.… Continue reading Back on the road again

Today, as I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, an article about our local hospital came up, sponsored by the hospital system and highlighting a volunteer-led effort to care for a shared garden between the hospital and the bordering college. The accompanying photo looked very familiar, and when I clicked on it, the link took… Continue reading The weird eternal nature of The Internet

Just by virtue of the Y chromosome, men cannot bring themselves to ask for direction. In anything. You know how we talk about kids having to learn things from their own mistakes? For about half of the population, I actually don’t think that ever changes. This evening, sitting on the lakeshore at my husband’s brother’s… Continue reading The man gene