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...