This parenthood thing, this toughest job you’ll ever love, is not for the weak at heart.
The Perfect Ending
By Jennifer Savage. For the past month or so I’ve been a little off and, though I’m trying, I can’t put my finger exactly on why.
She Moves in Slow Motion
By Jennifer Savage. Bless her heart, our little Lucille is as slow as Christmas.
Our Wizarding World of Harry Potter
By Jennifer Savage. I am living with witches.
The First Step
By Jennifer Savage. This weekend I moved a tiny desk into a large room with high ceilings, freshly refinished floors and a giant window looking down on Missoula’s downtown.
Attitude
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.