An Introvert and Raising Children

I loved being pregnant.  The heaviness in my belly.  The thought of this tiny growing thing that I could nurture just by being me.  All...

Friendship

That feeling, anxious sweaty palms, as you look across a room for a familiar face. That moment of feeling lost before you find someone. ...

Little Friends Shed A Few Tears

Instead, I was standing, hands on my hips telling a six year old girl that in the future she should probably not climb onto a chair then...