Dear Little Friend and Little One, I imagine your great-great-grandmother Ruth slumped on the farmhouse steps, eyes unfocused on the Illinois dirt of the yard before her, a bowl of…
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Little Friend, at 3 1/2, still wears diapers at night. We’re alright with that. Little Friend is especially alright with it. “Can I pee in my diaper?” she’ll yell downstairs…
A head, downy as a baby mole’s underbelly, snuggles velvet under my chin. With each tiny puff of breath comes a mourning dove’s sigh: “Coo…coo…coo…coo.” The breath would not pass…
It’s not lost on me that Little Friend is a little less than Little these days. Let’s be honest. Body snatchers visited on the night of April 25th, whisked away…
You could write the story of the past month of my life using only Google queries that have been pecked into my iPhone in the wee hours of morning: “When…
I’ll refrain from saying “I told you so.” When we opted to wait until the delivery room to discover Little One’s gender, we were met with a variety of reactions,…