“Say, Mama.” The number of times I repeated that phrase to my children. Especially my son. He was a…
“Go! Go!” I cluck as I herd my son out for under my feet with my knees, my hands clutching…
He knows me. Too well sometimes. When my sarcasm is really cover for something more. When my silence says more…
Why do I never feel like I fit? Why do I want to? Stability and balance seem to slip through…
Some days I want her to learn so much. I want to pour into her my dreams and passions. But…
He makes all things new. When the food hits the fan (quite literally) and I’m stuck cleaning up the…
When I look at my life, it’s easy to only see the rough terrain. The deep and craggy valleys. The…
I heard about the 31 Days Writing Challenge last year, but it didn’t seem like something I could do….
This week’s prompt is ready. I thought I was ready. I read the books, did the research. I found ways…
My children don’t whisper. Not ever. My son has two settings, loud and off. This makes events like church…
