I love doing laundry.

I love the fact that there is a beginning (dirty clothes on the floor of the garage) a middle (sorted and washed, dried) and an end (folding and stacking).

For the past 21 years, since we've lived in this house,  my laundry ritual has been to sort and fold while sitting on my bed, watching television. In an odd quirk of home design - and certainly not to building code - my washer and dryer, which are in my garage, are accessed through my closet. Don't ask.…

This past weekend I went to a bridal shower for my mother. At seventy-something, she is remarrying after nearly 30 years of being single. Her fiance is a loving and warm man whom our family has welcomed with open arms, and who has brought so much to my mother's life. To see them together is to see the true meaning of miraculous - that they have found each other at this point in their lives, that they are healthy and can enjoy being together, and that they are making this commitment to each…

Last night, I was talking with my daughter Katie, a senior in college.  We were chatting about the tv shows she’d been watching – and she mentioned the fact that she didn’t have a DVR.

WELL!  Can you imagine?  No DVR in college?  It got me thinking about all the things I didn’t have back when I was in college, in the ancient times of 1979-1983.  Not that I knew any better – most of the things our kids use on a daily basis now didn’t exist back then – so I…