My grandfather passed this morning. He was my mother’s father and when she called, she was careful to make sure that I wasn’t working or with a client, so as to not have me get upset while out in public, on the job. She told… Read More
This is my 100th post, or so WordPress tells me. It’s the 100th time I have sat here, stared at a blank white box and filled it with something scribbled from my heart. The 100th time I have given myself enough of a moment to… Read More
Yesterday afternoon, Lila and a couple of neighborhood children sat in a circle on my lawn, faces downward. I walked over with Evaline on my hip to spy what had inspired these dirty kneed, bike helmet headed little girls to ditch their playing and sit… Read More
I woke up this morning, off. My son had to wait for the dryer to finish before he could get dressed for school. The pile of clothing-to-be-folded is just too high of a mountain for him to climb at this point and I didn’t want… Read More
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Romans 12:10 I was drawn to an article this morning: How Celibate Gay Christians Deal With Desire. On Yahoo, of all places. Forget the tabloid fodder, the articles about celebrities or the internet-sensations with dancing cats… Read More
Sometimes, your two year old spills an entire bag of Splenda, makes it snow all over your kitchen. Sometimes, your four year old helps make his own peanut butter and jelly sandwich, smeared with enough jelly to make a half dozen PB&Js. Sometimes, the same… Read More
Alex took a spill last week and has been carefully inspecting his scrapes, turned scabs, for the past several days. Yesterday, he pointed out that the scab itself is peeling back, but that the skin beneath is still bumpy. I showed him my own elbow,… Read More
My daughter is two and we still have our daily mid-morning routine of laying her down for a nap. The process is similar from day to day. She grows crabby, rubs her eyes, runs away howling, searches for her blanket, her bottle (the only one… Read More
I post about my failings and flaws often. I post about losing my temper with my children, about not folding the laundry, about my imperfect parenting and all the ways I fail that everyone can comfortably relate to. You see, it’s easy to fail when… Read More
Lila runs in, a small scratch on her cheek, tiny crimson beads appearing like a misplaced smile and cutting across the dirt on her skin. It’s close to dinnertime, so I send her to the bath. It’s just a little scrape, but after an afternoon… Read More
The Frozen Moon 