When All Is Washed Away

On our second trip out onto the beach that day, she made the inevitable discovery that the sand castle she and her daddy had worked so hard to build had disappeared. She walked in circles around the spot where it should have been, the question flashing in her eyes:...

When We Are 104

When I grow up am 104 years old, I want to be like Mr. Edward. Honestly, I don’t know much about him. I met him only once, about a week ago, in McDonalds. We were both there for coffee, though our beverages of choice differed greatly. His aged, leathery hands...

In the Interest of Transparency

This October, I’ll be attending the Allume Conference for bloggers and writers. As a form of community-building, conference attendees have been challenged today to write letters, so to speak, to our roommates for the conference. I’m doing that today, and...

When Bad Turns To Worse

Sometimes bad news hits you out of the clear blue sky. Sometimes you’re minding your own business, blowing bubbles with your daughter on a sunny and unseasonably cool afternoon when the news comes. That’s how it was for me that day. My husband was on a...

To The Invisible Mamas

I see you, mama. I see you. I see the way you put your blinders on, focused dead straight ahead as you push your screaming child through the store. I see the way you frantically push from one department to another, trying to get your errands done as quickly as...

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