I have always felt unusually blessed to have children who are inseparable best friends. Continue reading My Brother, My Friend
Forging through concrete
Unaware of autumn sleep
Green against all odds
I remember making lists as a child. I still do. I list and list and list. I make grocery lists and lists of chores for the day, lists of things I need to get rid of, lists of things I need to acquire, lists of appointments, and lists of work hours vs working hours.
All the while, I’m figuring out how much time I have to make more lists. There are lists everywhere. The one thing that seldom makes it onto a list is the time when I do none of that. Continue reading B, The Right Type of Type A
The kids awoke excited to see a scene from Narnia right outside their windows. Overnight, a fierce winter storm blanketed the farm in an iridescent layer of ice. Continue reading Awake In Winter Bliss
We were driving to the school one afternoon last week, when out of the blue Davionn exclaimed, “Mommy, your friend is a superhero isn’t he?!” It was more of a statement of adoring revelation than an inquiry.
When I asked who he was talking about… he responded, “You know, your friend in Professor X’s chair.” Continue reading The Bouncing Bob