Today, Max Benjamin, you are turning fifteen.  It’s the second birthday post in a row (third overall) where you’re pictured with a guitar in...

So Julie, who made her first appearance on this blog back in 2007 after delivering an egg ( just go read it! ), gifted me with a page-a-day ...

A birthday present to myself I've just realized after way too long that I may have been copying Adele with my birthday blog post titles....

Over the past 12 months with Hannah, her senior year and last one as a child living at home, I’ve had plenty of opportunities for crying. Th...

Today marks 15 years of writing here. It doesn't seem possible, and yet the adult-sized Max, who I wasn't even pregnant with then, e...

Today, Hannah Ruth, you are turning eighteen.  Wow. Just taking a moment to let that sink in. I think this will be the last letter to you th...

Today, Max Benjamin, you are turning fourteen. A second teenage pandemic birthday. You started asking me months ago about what we could do f...