Mothers and daughters have a tumultuous relationship. It is a tight bond, sometimes so tight that that bond is taut with tension, friction bubbling under the surface.… Read more “I am My Mother’s Daughter”
I’m Gonna Miss This
The other day I went shopping with my almost 17-year-old son, and I had a pleasant experience. Before you accuse me of stretching the truth, just know… Read more “I’m Gonna Miss This”
Make ’em or Break ’em
I never wanted to be a teacher. My mom thought she knew best. I fought the pull of it, the calling of it for years. As I… Read more “Make ’em or Break ’em”
A Dance of Grace
I have so many things I could write about my youngest. But many of those things she won’t understand until she’s older. The imperfect parent I am.… Read more “A Dance of Grace”
The Shadow Hiding in the Corner
Fear. How many things do we miss out on because of fear? For me he is the dark shadow hiding in the corner, ready to pounce. I… Read more “The Shadow Hiding in the Corner”
Imperfect life; Perfect baby
A son. That little boy who steals your heart. It’s hard to imagine him giving away his heart to another. It’s hard not to see him as… Read more “Imperfect life; Perfect baby”
Same, but different: She’s got what it takes
Being a mother. Heck of a hard job. Most of the time I feel so unqualified. Just when I had been lulled into thinking, I got this… Read more “Same, but different: She’s got what it takes”
