By Jennifer Savage. My seven-year-old is copping an attitude.
Butt Cracks be Damned
By Jennifer Savage. A few days ago Lucille announced that she was giving up potty talk.
Spartan Headwall
By Jennifer Savage. Eliza seems to have moved on, forgiven me for serious lack of good parenting.
Stirring the Turd
By Jennifer Savage. Meet my five-year-old daughter, Lucille. The official turd stirrer of the Savage Quackenbush household.
Hazelnut Decaf
By Jennifer Savage. Even with my coffee resume painting a much darker, more-full bodied picture, I have to admit that I like hazelnut decaf.
So, So Small
By Jennifer Savage. Even though I’ve lived in Montana a while and even though we’ve heard the truth from a man of the ages, cold like this still shocks me.
Third and Russell
By Jennifer Savage. There is a stoplight in Missoula that embodies all of what is stressful in my life.
My First Child
By Jennifer Savage. I was moved to tears watching her.
It’s the Little Things
By Jennifer Savage. We all have those tiny little things that can drive us slowly insane.
Walk On
By Jennifer Savage. I've started walking. As a life-long runner, I have to say, it's a bit odd.