Letters to my Daughter: All Saints

You held my hand last night, Trick or Treating. It wasn’t the clinging, hold-me-please, grip of your sister’s four-year-old hand. And, it wasn’t the don’t-forget-that-I-love-you-Mama, squeeze of Asher. It was a simple sliding of your palm against mine as we walked briskly through the dark, together.… Read More

Because, I’m Happy…

Running yesterday, I made eye contact with a person on the sidewalk. You look happy to be running on this beautiful day, she said. And I realized, I had been smiling. Not at her, and certainly not at running, but just in general, as I… Read More