The best parenting advice I’ve ever received came when our oldest daughter was one year old, and I was pregnant with our second. My husband had arranged for his parents to watch our daughter for TWO NIGHTS so that we … Continue reading
Were she better able to express her emotions, my two-year-old daughter, Georgia, would probably say that it’s no picnic being the youngest of three girls. Sure, there’s lots of love, always someone to help you choose an appropriate pink-and-purple outfit. … Continue reading
Last month, I went on a 24-hour retreat with a group of women from our church. That statement in no way conveys what a big deal this was. The last time I’d gone away all by myself was over fiver … Continue reading
Everything about this season feels stuck in the middle, in between what’s been and what’s coming. As I write this, there’s an inch of slushy snow on the ground, with mud and scraggly grass showing through the melted footprints. Half … Continue reading
This past autumn was rough. It began promisingly enough: my two oldest daughters started preschool, giving me three glorious days a week with only the baby; I was cranking away on my writing and had just landed a bi-weekly column … Continue reading