Last night I rocked my baby to sleep. We sang the three songs we always sing: Pass It On, Peace Like a River and Mr. Moon. In the end, I tucked her in and she said to me, “I love you most, I love you more, I love you forever.” And I said it right… Continue reading No Such Thing As Other People’s Children
As the last three days of the school year are upon us, and as I maniacally get ready for SUMMERTIME, I’ve been looking back at past summers to see what worked and what didn’t and anything I should do differently this year. I’ve learned that camps are good and that seventies summers are a thing… Continue reading Summertime
I’m struggling a bit with my children growing up. It’s a bit like watching Russian nesting dolls coming together from smallest to largest and not wanting to let go of the littler dolls as they’re enclosed in the larger and larger pieces. Amidst all the current angst over tantrums and sister-brother rage, sharing and a… Continue reading Bittersweet
All writers have their own process for writing. Some meditate, drink a specific type of tea, or require certain music in the background. Others choose to write in coffeeshops or in the park. Here, I will provide a small glimpse into my process this morning. I feel certain any aspiring writers out there will find it enlightening.
Girls never give up. My daughter says this to me in the midst of a particularly frustrating search for the yellow plastic construction hat. We’ve searched the house, every nook and cranny, and come up empty. The hat is used in a game called “shop”, wherein the kids sell popcorn from many and varied bowls… Continue reading Girls Never Give Up