I’m a Different Mom To My Youngest—But I’m Not Apologizing
My childhood and teen years were scarred by a terrible injustice, or so I thought at the time. It seemed…
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My childhood and teen years were scarred by a terrible injustice, or so I thought at the time. It seemed…
Continue ReadingI know you have your own life to live—full of responsibilities and stresses. You have peer relationships to nurture, homework…
Continue ReadingSisters, we don't have to be best friends. I still love you both. When I was five years old, sisters,…
Continue ReadingOne day I was at the store buying a new cell phone, trying to wrap up the transaction as the…
Continue ReadingI haven't seen my brother in nine years. We last stood together on a rocky outcropping overlooking Horseshoe Park. Balancing…
Continue ReadingLet's cut to the chase: we are a family of seven. That means we have five, count 'em five (head-counts…
Continue ReadingDear second child, I love you just the same. I needed to say it. I needed to hear myself say…
Continue ReadingOur oldest is your protection, our youngest is your affection, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you…
Continue ReadingWe’re not what you would call a typical family. My husband and I have three daughters with a wide age…
Continue ReadingAs a teacher, it was always amusing to me to get younger siblings of former students, particularly the little brothers…
Continue ReadingThey are only one year apart. They share the same parents, same rules, same chores, and same days, yet their…
Continue ReadingMy firstborn was six years old when her little brother was born. She beamed at the sight of him, holding…
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