My children are learning about straight lines. About the concentration that goes into a straight line. Not the continuous path laid by a pencil’s sacrifice, but the intermittent punches of…
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When the first note–the wrong note–soared out of her violin, I stopped breathing. She stood in front of the audience of strangers, of other children fingering violins, guitars, and piano music, and…
Extrovert-me takes longer to wake up than introvert-me. I’m fairly balanced, personality wise, between the extrovert and introvert, and while introvert-me looks at the dividing line between the two zones with…
If you could see us, a group of women battling the pernicious “baby weight” war of life, you’d also see a flock of children swirling around us, perhaps on us, like a firefly…
2 inches and 6 pounds. We cheer her growth–an appreciative audience of me, the pediatrician, the PA resident–while Miss C swishes bruised shins against the crinkled mess she’s made of her paper…
Brandi from the Dr. Pepper Little League girl’s softball team had a wicked fast pitch. I really mean it was birthed from an evil place. The fast pitch was evilly warped,…