Drowning in a river of cheese.

Drowning in a river of cheese.

Yes, that is correct. I am drowning in river of cheese. My house is quiet. Amelia left yesterday morning.  We packed her up for food and supplies and off she went. She is looking more and more like an adult each time she is home. We will be going to Rochester to see...
Dear Santa, Love Mom.

Dear Santa, Love Mom.

This year as empty nesters, the Christmas dynamic is slightly different in our house. Chip and I cut the trees down and decorated the house by ourselves. Throughout this process, I have felt a minor loss and a longing for those old days. So, I decided I would write to...