counting your chickens

I can hear the chickens again. It is the season of open windows. Not many houses in the Northwest have central air – summer is when we can hear our neighbours, and their music, and their kids, and their animals. Mostly, the...

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winter sports for kids

It must suck to live somewhere puddle jumping and ice skating are the same thing. ~Kristina at a Minnesota rest stop As a child, Kristina was the original puddle jumper. Every year we bought a new pair of  waterproof boots, in a...

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some things are better with a buddy

There are family stories we tell in just a few words. Over the years of shared history, dinners and picnics and holidays, a story is told so many times that we can break it down to a shorthand, the whole thing summed up in a...

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