Be the one who, when you walk in, Grace shifts to the one who needs it most. Even if you’ve…
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parenting journey
The parenting road doesn’t end, it just changes, until you look back and marvel at the distances covered and the transformations that occurred along the way. Newborns turn into kids with skinned knees, adolescents become college students far from home, and one day a grown son pulls out his credit card and offers to buy you dinner. I wouldn’t have traded any of it, not even the sleepless nights. Writing is a way of remembering. Read more about my parenting journey, or browse the archive of stories below.
you’ve got to serve somebody
“In times of deep darkness, we not only need light, we need to be light for one another.” ~ Parker…
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death, life, both
I bought two cards the other day at the stationery store in town. The 31-year-old son of a life-long friend…
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making room
A few weeks ago I phoned my son Jack in Asheville. “How would you feel about me taking over your…
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to the mothers
Like the mother of the world, touch each being as your beloved child. ~ the Buddha I’ve been thinking a…
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is video game addiction
a real thing?
It’s January, 2009. I’m sitting at the desk in my older son’s bedroom, putting finishing touches on a memoir about…
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