Rita Buettner

It all started Saturday morning as Daniel and I were driving to his First Communion Workshop.

I stopped at the grocery store, bought way too much food so she’d have enough for a few days’ worth of lunches, and headed to her house.

Our children love playing cards. I try to carry a deck of cards with me wherever I go, and they have saved me many times.

For weeks now, I have been looking for a container to gather the small victories my colleagues and I celebrate in the office.

A batch of cookies. There’s nothing extraordinary about it. But sometimes when you feel you can do nothing, you look for one small thing you can do.

I realized I’m a very uneven party thrower. I go way over the top ordering stickers to make Hershey kisses into Dog kisses, but I don’t start food prep for the party until about an hour before guests arrive.