Parenting Life: Walking the Tightrope Without a Net
A river of SUVs winds through the neighborhood streets. I wait amongst them in the pickup line outside my daughter’s…
A river of SUVs winds through the neighborhood streets. I wait amongst them in the pickup line outside my daughter’s…
“Stop it, Mom! You’re freaking me out!” my daughter yells. She’s seated in the driver’s seat of my SUV. Today…
“I always get these,” my sister says. She passes me the phone-like interpretive device she collected from the smiling, white-toothed…
I’m trying something new.
“Now, can you close your eyes?” my favorite yoga instructor asks. My arms shake as I hold the pose. Sweat…
I stood in the backrow. The fitness room’s mirrored walls didn’t allow for anonymity, but I felt better there, even…
My siblings had a different mom. Biologically she was the same, but I’m the last born. The baby. The fifth….
It’s happened before. I enter the bathroom, thick with sleep and running late. In my haste, I wrench open the…
Soft autumn light colored the world this morning. I hurried outside to see dawn, not satisfied with my window’s limitations….
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV Children’s squeals and laughter compete with the…