It was late. The girls were asleep. It was quiet. We’d turned the kitchen lights off so the living room lamps left only a dim light. And the near darkness seemed to match my mood.   Several months into winter, sunlight...

Earlier this year I had this image of a sponge full of water, left in the kitchen sink, over night. It’s a familiar image, as I’ve discovered just such a sponge in my sink more than once. That sponge is...

A friend of mine who’s been reading my blog sent me an email recently. She reminded me that it’s not always easy to live what you believe when you’re wondering what you believe. “Have you figured that part out?” she...

I don’t know about you, but discussing politics (or even daring to urge people to vote this year) feels a bit like wading into a minefield with no way of knowing which topics might unleash the fever pitch emotions that...

Our house has been brimming with expectation for weeks: a birthday, the very first day of preschool, the first day of Kindergarten, the return of college football. These are big milestones in Casa Riselli. And as dinner conversation turns from what...

Light flooded the kitchen as I sat down at the table and opened my journal. It was pitch black outside but every light in the house was on. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. Two hours before,...