Little Wooden Objects and The Source Of Love
My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married. While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...
My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married. While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...
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....
But try putting six girls and one boy into a house together and ignoring gender. All of a sudden doors are closed so princess dresses...
We bought our 1996 Jeep Cherokee from my parents soon after college graduation. It was more a favor on my parents part than because they...
Last weekend my cousin and I threw a baby shower for my sister. This is not new to us. We throw parties together on what now seems like...
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,...
That’s true empathy, to suffer alongside someone and still want to comfort them. I need a lesson in this. I need to remember this sweet...
Even so, I was determined not to hear that sound in my house. I dreaded it above most every other bad habit that kids pick up along the...
The funny thing is, I never once minded since that first night in our hotel room, sharing a bed with this man who is always part of the...