Baby Love
My youngest son, now 10 months, was stripped to his diaper in the half-dark the other night, perched on his changing table. It was one…
My youngest son, now 10 months, was stripped to his diaper in the half-dark the other night, perched on his changing table. It was one…
My husband’s gone this week. Thankfully, it doesn’t happen often. With the morning I was having when he left, I was in tears by the time he hit the interstate. I can…
Posters pressed to the large windows at Barnes & Noble reminded me that it is Black History Month. Now that I have a kindergartner for…
Want to know something that’s surprised me about motherhood? Isolation. I used to arrive home from my 40-hours-a-week in the workplace to welcomed silence. Now,…
When I was 16, I spent six weeks in Venezuela with some missionaries and some nationals. It left a significant impact on me, and I get…
One area of mothering I very clearly have yet to master is bedtime; my kids pop out like a jack-in-the-box. It does not help that…
This week as I carted the new Christmas toys upstairs, contemplating where to store the new loot, I felt somewhat heavy and divided, as I have occasionally…
I heard a thought second-hand recently, which was originally from a mother who’d just lost her child in a terrible accident. The mom explained that…
One of the feelings I hate is what I’ll call the after-Christmas glut. It’s a little like that feeling you can get after a Thanksgiving feast: I…
My poor house. I pull out my vacuum cleaner, and it’s covered with stickers. Still don’t know which child did that. But those are sparkly…