Every year since our sons were very young, our family has come to Florida for a week of visits with…
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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.
Texting, praying
My guess is that if you are reading this, you’ve probably seen the YouTube video I made a couple of…
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Asking for help
Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from a mother in distress. The woman was a stranger to me, a single…
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Loss, and love
One after the other, my aunt’s husband of fifty-nine years and her three grown children spoke — about what they…
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Good-byes
The house is so quiet. I had planned to spend the afternoon putting Christmas decorations away, vacuuming the dog hair…
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Snow Day
First snow. And Gracie and I were the first ones in the woods this afternoon, breaking the trail. I was…
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