I left my kids. As I drove away from the house, Little Friend clung awkwardly, the way only four-going-on-two-year-olds can do, to her grandma’s hip. She sobbed. Little Friend is…
Tag: <span>parenting</span>
There’s a general rout in our house the minute Big Friend walks in the door at the end of the day. He arrives, work bag in hand, tall and steady…
I caught a glimpse of the moon last night. It was a sickle moon but it curved in the direction that’s never chosen for a child’s drawing of the moon.…
I’ve discovered this totally awesome thing about dirt: it doesn’t age. Better yet, most of it doesn’t mold, spoil, or flit away on other errands. Once it lands someplace, it…
I inadvertently guffaw at the word “Rest” as we come out of a week’s siege of stomach flu that has left a baby wide awake in dark hours and diapers…