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A few years ago Bryant and I spent a weekend together in Iceland. We were enchanted, and promised to return when we could, with the children. When we arrived at the airport in Reykjavik last summer, with four children in tow, we were supposed to have been met by a car service. Not sure where …

Upon our move to Utah, our family was invited to participate in the annual Running With Angels 5K at Thanksgiving Point, Lehi, Utah. The race is run in memory of children who have passed away, and is hosted by Intermountain Utah Valley Hospital, and Pamela Hansen, who featured Matthew’s story on her blog this past Spring. As a …

He went bra shopping with me. He was trying to be helpful. Looking around the shop, he began, “So, what kind of breasts do you want, Mom?” I had planned this outing before I knew L was coming along. But I would take that boy anywhere, any day!   ODE TO A BOY: When you were born, my …

We had not been together – parents, siblings, spouses, children – since 2011.  So, when we found occasion to gather in Washington in July, everyone came to the Famly Reunion! Gathering from New York City, Idaho, Wisconsin, Washington, and Okinawa, Japan – we were 31 (and 1/2) family members in attendance, two cats and a frog. …

This was compiled in one (two…three now…) sittings.  As such, it is not entirely thought out, rather my own digital scribblings. Just some thoughts I wanted to put out there tonight: I have no opinion on the man, but I really liked Ashton Kutcher’s thoughts at the 2013 Teen Choice Awards.  He closed by referring to Steve Jobs’ life, and then, in his …

Portugal was stunning. The streets and walkways, so quaint, each of a mosaic-type.  And the buildings, with their hand-painted tiles. The street tram.  The hills.  Lisbon is called the ‘City of 8 Hills’, but after walking the city for several days, the children and I testify that there are more than eight hills to traverse! Sunday morning, …

Bryant asked me to meet him at the train station at 6pm for an evening run.  I left dinner on the table, and the children with a sitter, threw on running clothes, and hopped on the train headed downtown. Note:  I had not eaten any dinner before my departure. This is how our running conversation went the first couple miles: …