Emergence

Emergence

A couple of weeks ago my daughter’s teacher sent home a plastic ziplock baggy with two beans in it. The beans represented hours of anticipation on behalf of her preschool class, as they watched and waited for the two beans to show signs of life. Finally, roots...

What I Need

This morning, as Mother’s Day approaches, I’m reflecting some on my own motherhood – especially the changes and feelings that occupied my mind in those first bleary-eyed weeks.  Curious about all I had forgotten, I revisited something I wrote when I...
To My Free-Spirited Daughter

To My Free-Spirited Daughter

Dear Jennifer, Honey, I’m proud of you.  Do you know that?  Do you really know that?  Because I am so very proud of you and it’s important to me that you know that. I’m proud of you for the obvious things, of course, like how you’re learning to...
In A Fog

In A Fog

It was one of those mornings when it seems the clouds have come for a forever visit.  They were low-lying, drifting not up above as usual but meandering about, mingling with us ground-dwellers.  They minded their own business, certainly, and had no concern for the...