These Are the Days
I watched him walk slowly and purposefully down the hall- each step a chore; his body no longer cooperating with…
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I watched him walk slowly and purposefully down the hall- each step a chore; his body no longer cooperating with…
Continue ReadingI sometimes catch you, my daughters, out of the corner of my eye. There are a couple of years between…
Continue ReadingMy kitchen is a mess. There’s a “guest room” in my house that is really just a collecting place for…
Continue ReadingWhen I was 18 years old, I told my then-boyfriend I knew my future family would one day be built…
Continue ReadingThe sweet sound of your baby’s cry pierces the air inside the delivery room. He is laid upon your chest,…
Continue ReadingSunday mornings are chaos. You wake up behind the 8-ball every week. For once, your kids slept in a bit…
Continue ReadingI've been that mother. The mother who carries a bag of McDonald's food as she drags a crying child across…
Continue ReadingToday I closed my classroom door and hung my ID badge on a hook at home. I left my room…
Continue ReadingI see you, mama, up at 6 a.m. to wash the soccer socks and find the shin guards that you…
Continue ReadingTonight at bath time, you looked me square in the eye and said, “Mommy, when I get big, I wanna…
Continue ReadingDear world: they are not yours yet. These adult-sized bodies are not for the taking. I'm giving these teens permission…
Continue ReadingThis post has been in my drafts for about a year. I write it. Rewrite it. Then delete it again.…
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