Dear Disneyland, Your bathroom custodian won my heart. As I crammed in the stall waiting for a wee mermaid to finish her business, I overheard the following: “Ladies, come right…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Little Friend informs me she doesn’t think I’d make a very successful preschooler. We discuss my viable candidacy as we walk to her first day of Pre-K. Little One happily…
It takes the last swallows in a glass of crusty, backwashed milk to clue me in on how much I love my kids. I stand with a cup of black…
It was a sunset rainbow. Cast in pinks and blues and stretching shyly above an outdoor stage of toe-tapping ballerinas and a black fringe of forest beyond. Little Friend considered…
It’s the kind of burger that makes you groan luxuriously on the first chomp. The pillow of bun, the juice of beef, the slip of lettuce, the squish of tomato,…
On vacation, Little One has been afforded the luxury of sleeping, pack-n-play and all, in the bathroom. This morning, I awoke to a knock-knock-knock, “Hey?!” from behind the bathroom door.…