When Your Actions Scream

Have you ever noticed that your actions scream? When you rant and rave at your child’s basketball game, what message are you sending? When you excuse her school absence (when she chose to sleep in and was not sick), what are you hoping she’ll learn? When you get together with… Read more“When Your Actions Scream”

A Letter to My Daughters

Every separation, every send-off takes a little part of my heart away with you. From the first moment your chubby legs toddled hesitantly away from me into your daddy’s waiting arms, I’ve known that one day, one day, you’d grow up and become you own person with, problems, joys and… Read more“A Letter to My Daughters”

Because

Soft wrinkled fingers gently stoked the hair back from my aching head, like they did every time my head hurt that badly. “Oh, I love you.” My grandma spoke in a quiet I’m-sorry-you-don’t-feel-well-voice. “Why?” I asked. “Just because.” That answer didn’t satisfy. I thought there should be more to the… Read more“Because”

{fmf} Paint

Join us at Lisa-Jo Baker’s for Five-Minute Friday, where we receive a prompt and write for just five minutes and then hit publish before we overthink or over edit–it’s exercise, after all  ;). With a flick of his head Hair flops to the side And settles back over downcast eyes… Read more“{fmf} Paint”

Why We Should All Want to be Indentured Servants

“What would you like me to do next, Mum,” Laura asked as she curtsied and then put the broom away. I looked at her and stifled a giggle. She wore her blue prairie dress and pink apron that I’d made her earlier that year so that she could dress up… Read more“Why We Should All Want to be Indentured Servants”

Write My Legacy

I reach for the box of tissues while my eyes remain glued to the computer screen. Air. Nothing but air. I tear my eyes from the screen and notice the pile of soggy tissues reaches to the top of the box. Rats! She’s done it again. I’m the privileged reader… Read more“Write My Legacy”

Long-Distance Parenting

My cell phone let out an angry buzz that reverberated through the sticky Naugahyde, rousing me from my one-eyed slumber. I grabbed for the phone and checked the time, then the number. Home. Where exactly was I? I punched the green button, took in the IV poles, antiseptic smells and… Read more“Long-Distance Parenting”

Courage to Let Kids to Fly

When I was five or six and we had a chicken egg incubator set up in our house. I watched the eggs every day, hoping to see the first crack in the shell. I remember squealing in delight and reaching my chubby fingers into the incubator—eager to grab an egg and… Read more“Courage to Let Kids to Fly”

‘Together’ Means “Just the Three of Us”

When Pedro and I started falling in love in October of 1986, we thought ‘together’ meant spending every spare moment with each other in between classes and work. When we stood before family and friends two years later and vowed to love each other and stick together through the good… Read more“‘Together’ Means “Just the Three of Us””