It’s a feeling, really. Nothing more. It’s the unease of highway driving in a deluge, it’s the inability to see the lines on the road through the watery windshield. It’s guiding yourself only by the blurred taillights of the cars up ahead and wondering how… 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
It starts with a seed. On the final stretch home after an early evening of running errands, Alex (who is normally quiet and distracted by books or action figures while we drive) tells me about the life cycle of pumpkins. From seeds to Jack-o-Lanterns? I… Read More
Because it is. This is the response I received from my two year old when I asked why he wasn’t wearing any pants. Grammatical errors aside, the boy makes a point. And he was parroting the most common I’m-in-the-middle-of-something-and-don’t-have-time-to-explain-my-reasoning-to-you response that I give offhanded to… Read More
