Saying Grace

The spaghetti’s on the table and getting cold. Jane is lying on the kitchen floor, moaning about not being able to reach the glasses, the boys are shrieking gleefully in the bathroom, and Jack is shouting, “No, boys, no! Don’t splash it on me!” I set the salad bowl on...

Growing Edge

Doug is working late tonight, giving a presentation and tech-tool demo at some Seattle geek fest, which means I am home alone with four kids at the dinner hour. This shouldn’t faze me. I mean, I manage to get dinner on the table five nights a week without Doug being...