When both my boys were born, they emerged from the womb — my womb, where I grew and nurtured them with every ounce of love in my body — as tiny little Daddy clones. It stung a little. If I wasn’t destined to be a mom of girls I could dress up like dolls, then …
When Easton barged into the house after school on Monday, I was in the kitchen, shaking a bottle of barbecue sauce. “Is that medicine for the coronavirus, Mom?” Granted, it was an oddly shaped bottle — but it was clearly time to have a conversation. Certainly everyone else is talking about coronavirus. My email is …
Easton, my big boy, We’ve been counting down the days of summer and it’s here at last: your first day of first grade. Kindergarten is a distant memory now and feels like it was just the warm-up. First grade is the real deal: You’ll be there all day. You’ll eat lunch in the cafeteria and …
A Meditation on Patience for Parents Dear Stranger, You were finishing up browsing at the rock shop when Easton and I walked in. You gave us a half-smile as Easton and I started to browse and he pointed out the dinosaur fossil kit he liked. Easton is only 6, so sometimes his voice is a …
