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 moreGentle 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 moreI 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 moreI’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 moreThere are days filled with learning and striving and pushing and working, and they are good days. And then there are days when…
Read morePity 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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