At the Core

I always promised myself that I wouldn’t be one of those moms who mourned the passing of a childhood phase. I didn’t cry when my kids had their first birthday. Instead I relished the sleep that followed the newborn phase and gobbled up every wobbly first step. I didn’t weep on my little boys’ first days… Read More At the Core

True blue

I’m in the car driving the the airport. Actually, my husband is driving. I sit beside him staring hard into the distance, propelling my psyche out of the truck with my laser vision. I’m on autopilot, chatting animatedly with my blondies in the backseat, but never turning around. I’m afraid if I make eye contact,… Read More True blue