Something I’ll never get used to; and a few other things besides
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 the line…
Read moreThe 30 Minutes-a-Day Phenomenon: Investing in a Little Boy’s Heart
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. I asked…
Read moreIt all comes full circle
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 ones, blanche…
Read moreSome things that make me smile
There are days filled with learning and striving and pushing and working, and they are good days. And then there are days when…
Read moreMake a tiny cloud in a pickle jar and capture a heart
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 position in…
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