"Good." In October, H had her 13th birthday. It's official: we now share a teenager. I have been coming here trying to write her a letter and the thing that breaks my heart is that: I don't know her enough these days to capture the bitter sweetest of her life like living with her siblings.… Continue reading One word.
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I never knew my heart could hold so much and my patience could be worn so thin. The ups and downs of raising a family.
Let your worry floe
This weekend, the one I've loved the longest, in the middle of the normal business of an average blended weekend here, looked up from her canvas at the kitchen table and asked, "Who do you worry about the most anyway, Mom?" I worry for the world most days, but always a little harder and longer… Continue reading Let your worry floe
The lost concept of hallowed ground
Fear. The word itself is a little underwhelming for such a powerful emotion. It is the one who alerts us to danger. That can crush your chest and make it hard to breathe. That has your shirt sticky or you chasing sleep. Often, for such a powerful thing in a human's life, I would think… Continue reading The lost concept of hallowed ground
Love, Mom 