Everything I Needed to Know I Learned When My Kids Were Toddlers

Books with titles like All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten make me suspicious. It’s the all-inclusiveness of the title that turns me off. My husband would say I am being too literal. In fact, going online to confirm that I had remembered the wording correctly (I hadn’t), I see it is … Continue reading Everything I Needed to Know I Learned When My Kids Were Toddlers

My Unwitting Accomplice

For the past several years I have taught an environmental education class for which I collect nature items once a week. Unbeknownst to Pettigrew, he provides deep cover for my early morning forays. As a woman walking her dog, I attract little attention. And, although I don’t miss the early morning hours, when Pettigrew insisted … Continue reading My Unwitting Accomplice

Above My (and His) Pay Grade

Earlier this week I finally bit the bullet and called a plumber. We had a slow leak under our kitchen sink. I kept thinking I had fixed it, until I pulled out the trash can and noticed that the bottom was wet again. I had dumped baking soda and vinegar down the drain followed by … Continue reading Above My (and His) Pay Grade

Playing Possum: A Pettigrew Mystery

For the past several weeks I have been pondering one of Pettigrew’s distinctive behaviors. I have talked to colleagues and friends. I remain in the dark as to what is going on. Pettigrew likes to lie, one might say collapse, in very public places and remain there unmoving. Seemingly dead. Everyone in the family has … Continue reading Playing Possum: A Pettigrew Mystery

Lemons or Is It Lemonade?

Pettigrew’s stomach is upset again. I made a ton of chicken and white rice and opened a can of pumpkin on the theory that with so much food at the ready, certainly his stomach would right itself quickly and I would’ve made too much. Like carrying your umbrella to prevent it from raining. It hasn’t … Continue reading Lemons or Is It Lemonade?

Welcome! to Our Home

Stores aren't the only place to have greeters, a person who stands at the entrance and says “hi!” in a chipper voice if you put a toe over the threshold. Our home has a greeter too: Pettigrew appointed himself to this role. He’s the first to respond when the doorbell chimes. Once the door is … Continue reading Welcome! to Our Home

He’s Got Your Number…Mine Too

When my younger son was a toddler, his idea of nirvana was to camp out at a construction site. To make the time rewarding for me, I studied the workers, making guesses about who was in charge, who was a skilled member of the team, and who was a day laborer, hired to supplement the … Continue reading He’s Got Your Number…Mine Too

A Suspicious Soul Warms

My husband claims it is hard to buy me gifts. In our family lore is the time he showed up for a date bearing carryout Indian food and a Spanish-language birthday card inadvertently smeared with sauce. It wasn’t my birthday. I don’t speak Spanish. I will admit, I didn’t gush. Maybe I even looked perplexed. … Continue reading A Suspicious Soul Warms

Tragedy Averted: In the Double Digits Now

It was a close call. Saturday was the anniversary of Pettigrew’s adoption and a celebratory weekend was planned. His grandparents, aunts, and cousin started the festivities, gifting a stuffed sloth, all dangly arms and legs with a squeaker enticingly buried somewhere in its depths. But, Pettigrew was thwarted in his attempts to lick the plates … Continue reading Tragedy Averted: In the Double Digits Now

A Tale of False Clues and Missed Connections

Pettigrew lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings. There was a familiar bustle in the kitchen. The slam of the oven door. The sweet smell of roasting vegetables. He sauntered into the dining room and immediately noticed the drape of the white cloth as he pushed his way between the chairs to settle under the … Continue reading A Tale of False Clues and Missed Connections