Sometimes it’s not about the most expensive game or complicated activity. It’s just activating the imagination.
The Size of An Orange
It’s looking into the future and seeing that someone may be missing. It’s holding each other’s wrinkled hands and wondering what life would be like with a few more grandchildren.
The Weight of Her
I feel the weight of her constantly, but especially on these nights, when I am so tired at the end of my long days. Her body is heavy on mine as I sit on the chair.
In the Warm, Salty Water
I generally passed on adventure. I could see the ways things could go wrong. The mountain bike could careen off the trail. I could slip under the rail of the ski lift.
Wearing My Kindness Like A Coat
It told her something that I’d never said. That I cared about her being cold. That I cared about her. In that moment, wearing her new coat, I think she knew that and so did I.
The Power of One
All it takes is just one person to reach out in kind ways to make a positive difference in the lives of those we touch.
The All-Night Nurser
he truth is that I knew, as his mother, what he needed. I knew it in my bones, in my soul.
The Child Left Behind
But the story I want to share isn’t about Hannah dying. This story is about the child she left behind.
Passage
Somehow, and call it an innate sense if you will, I felt this was a private moment. Of inspection for them, of observation for me. There are so many of these private moments, don’t you think?
What I Missed Most During Pregnancy
It was surprisingly easy to give up most of my vices during pregnancy. I only occasionally missed that glass or two (okay, bottle) of a favorite pinot.