Author: Meg

It’s the beginning of fall. Mostly. Technically fall hasn’t started. By my calendar, we’re about two weeks into fall. For ease of personal accounting, fall begins September 1. At the beginning of each season I sneak into the Little Brother’s room and write up a list of goals for him. I don’t know that he…

Daydreaming. It’s funny. Daydreams are nothing at all like dreams. So why do we call them dreams? “I have dreamed a dream!” Really he daydreams a daydream. I daydream more than anybody I know. Daydreams and plans and lists and schemes and wishes. I have more plans in my back pocket than a plenitude of…

There’s something sad in the end of summer. I am not mourning the end of my favorite season. As a child it was not the return to school that saddened me. Rather, in summer we come close to a lost way of living. Summer days are filled with sweetness. There are always things to do…

I spent most of the week in downtown SLC at a conference my university holds each year for its employees. I went armed with two 2-liters of diet coke, a bottle of vanilla flavoring, and a sandwich baggy of IB, Tylenol, Sudafed, and Tums. The coke for headaches, the IB for headaches and wrist pain,…

He switches from by my side on the piano bench (the chairs have already been sold) to under the desk with the toys. It gives him ample opportunity to ask “What are you doing?” at random intervals. The answer is always work but I suppose he wants to check, just to make sure I haven’t…

Tomorrow I leave for upstate New York. It’s the last time I’ll go there to help out the Middle Brother. They’re moving, you see. To Utah. I’ll be helping out, but on my own turf. Because it is the last time, I must remember to do all the things I love. It feels a little…

I spent the morning installing a water softener in my house. Yup. I have a house. In which I installed the water softener. Bam. Master plumber am I. I have been crunching numbers like crazy for the past month. Never before have I been so poor. Never before have I been so obsessed with my…

I have three brothers. I’m in the habit of telling each of them they are my favorite. Like this. Brother (little, middle, or big) does something awesome for me. I say, “You’re my favorite brother.” The little brother, on these occasions, smirks in a way that says, of course I’m your favorite. I am, after…

This post is late. Nine days late. Consider it a testament to my long year. I became a green smoothie making master. When I make them, they are delicious. Also, very green. I spent three months in NY taking care of my sick sister-in-law and her three kids. I spent one month in UT taking…