St. Therese would nudge us to take on the little actions of daily life and see the value and the holiness in that service.

Our younger son loves fresh eggs. So, when a local friend posted to Facebook that they had extra eggs from their chickens, I messaged her right away.

Life is better taken a step at a time, navigating it as it comes, rather than worrying about what tomorrow might bring.

We just got rid of our old hamper. It was just a hamper.

The other day, I went to the store to make a very practical, necessary purchase, and on my way to the register, I saw a mini waffle maker.

This has been the bumpiest school start that I can remember. I keep saying we will find our rhythm—and we will. But we are going to miss the bus a few more times before we do.

When I was growing up, my family had steamed crabs very rarely—usually when out-of-town relatives were visiting. My husband spent more time near the water, so he had them more often.

As I sat there watching them play in the water, I could almost feel the last bit of that sweet summer freedom slipping away. This was likely our last pool day of the season. The busyness of autumn is looming large.

Does macaroni and cheese taste different based on the shape of the noodles? My son pointed out that I hardly ever make macaroni-shaped macaroni and cheese—and right away everyone else at the dinner table chimed in.

The Maryland State Fair calls to me like a siren song. I know that it will be crowded and expensive and hot. But I can’t help myself. It’s almost as if I have to go.