What to say in the face of a tragedy that explodes like some heinous tinsel-wrapped bomb in our lives? When the best we can all hope for is a shared…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
She came home weighing 3 pounds 15 ounces. I was sure wrestling a onesie on her would leave bruises or detached limbs. I could cup my hand around her skull.…
“Mama, I like spending time with you.” Little Friend offers up this sweet compliment when I am up to my elbows in kitchen clean up, my tongue stuck out in…
Little Friend’s been in a Christmas tizzy for a number of weeks now. Back on October 1, she composed her first Christmas gift wish list: “1 chocolate in wrapping paper.…
Dear Little One, You’ve sprung some leaks. I’m not talking about the obvious leaks, although you’ve had those in rainbow colors of yellow, orange, brown, and green since starting solid…
If I were to judge my holiday happiness by comparing my life to a holiday-season car commercial, I’d be rather glum about my lot in life. So, I have to will…