She just let him be a kid. That’s what good mothers do, especially those with little boys who need to […]
Days of Whine and Snotty Noses
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I saw you in the grocery store just yesterday. Yoga pants stained with something white, a not-so-perky ponytail riding a […]
Forever Friends
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Friends. In the era of Facebook the term has taken on a whole new level of meaning. Friend me! How […]
Mourning Lessons
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I did the best I could to prepare him. Black pants ironed and hung carefully in the closet next to […]
Ready for Departure
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The heavy black suitcases are weighed and checked in at the ticket counter, destined to be the first travelers on […]
The Language of Little Boys
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It starts out as a wail, possibly even just a slight whimper. A tiny cry that signifies the beginning of […]
The Thing About Crayons
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I can’t remember the very first box, although in hindsight I think simply the purchase of it must have made […]
Sweet Sixteen
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She’s finally up — before noon, I might add. When you’re a teenager, summer birthday mornings are for sleeping in […]
Can We Play?
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He didn’t always ask me to play. And honestly, I was fine with that. My son had an incredible imagination […]