Yesterday while shopping, my daughter saw an awful princess chair.  It was plastic and gaudy and ugly.  To her it was a dream.  She had...

My sister is having a baby in a couple weeks.  She’s my little sister.  I remember her sitting in the dirt making bottle cap mud pies....

There is longing in each of us.  It takes many forms.  Gets us moving forward or standing still, frozen by its hopelessness.  Longing can...

Our last Christmas card is a series of photos of our family in various states of disarray.  In front of the camera, as hard as I tried to...

I wander around from room to room, carrying one under my arm, as if I will have time to read it while I vacuum, while I pick up clothes,...

I love nothing more than to see this happen. I know it means so many little cogs are rotating and synapses are sparking inside those...

Now, last night we went camping for only the second time in her short life. She loved it. From running around with sticks to toasting...

I watch them in the morning, glued to the television, laughing along with the antics of a rambunctious monkey, following the time...

When we tell a child they should be better, be different, be our expectation of them, we are changing them, inhibiting them. When we...

Some days are not like others. I wake up and sense a difference, in me, my surroundings, life. On these days I want to stay in bed. ...

My husband made a giraffe growth chart for the kids before our son was even a year old. I looked at it expectantly, knowing that someday...

My daughter, too, has grown. Her legs stretch a little farther down the length of the bed. I see a small foot poking out over the side....

Remember in High School when each of us pretended we didn’t really belong to a clique. We were individuals, self defined. We had quirks...