Something I’ll never get used to; and a few other things besides
Follow me Gentle Readers. My emotions have been on my sleeve lately–right . . . there—see them?–next to my heart–so I am typing very carefully here, trying to not cross…
Read moreFollow me Gentle Readers. My emotions have been on my sleeve lately–right . . . there—see them?–next to my heart–so I am typing very carefully here, trying to not cross…
Read moreFollow me I had another one of those soul-searching, crushingly humbling moments a few weeks ago. You know what I’m talking about, parents, please, please tell me that you do.…
Read moreFollow me I’ve talked to lots of young mamas–tired-eyed, weary shouldered, but alive with a sense of purpose–who, though bravely and completely immersed in the trenches of mothering their young…
Read moreFollow me There are days filled with learning and striving and pushing and working, and they are good days. And then there are…
Read moreFollow me Pity the plight of the last-born in a large family. My youngest, little Mack, is 6 years old and clearly wins some and loses some, due to his…
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