We fell in love to the rhythm of Country music. The cassettes and CDs we mixed for each other became the soundtrack for those years. The songs we listened to reflecting the ups and downs, the excitement and the tears. “Don’t Take the Girl” was the first Country song he played me, the summer of…
Dear Ruth, You visit an imaginary world each night in your dreams. One where Aslan is both King and Friend, where Caspian is your knight in shining armor, and where there is everything you could wish. “In my Narnia there is a door into Radiator Springs,” you explain,” and a door into Betsy and Tacy’s…
I love to hear people’s stories. I want to hear what they wanted to be when they grew up and how they met their spouse and who they named their children after. And when we know each other better, I hope they’ll share with me the harder stories, about the child they lost or the…
Mom in the Mirror is not just for women who struggle with eating disorders. Mom in the Mirror is for every mom who has ever looked in the mirror and made a face at the image reflected there.
Dear Father, You know this weekend is the one our calendars call Mother’s Day. And you know the mixed emotions it brings to the heart of every woman old enough to be a mother. You know the feelings of inadequacy that inevitably come to my mother heart every Sunday morning, only magnified on Mother’s Day…
“Making the decision to have a child–it’s momentus. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” -Elizabeth Stone, as quoted in Mom in the Mirror I felt pretty brave yesterday, starting off on a road trip by myself with three little ones in tow. But it wasn’t very…
Neither my husband nor I are dog people. We both grew up in families with dogs, as well as cats in abundance, but it just wasn’t our thing. And I may have been slightly relieved when I realized that we were kindred spirits in this, too. It made a lot of future decisions much easier….
I suck it in as I glare at the mirror and do my best to dress to hide my extra baby weight. Even as I remember that some of my friends would do almost anything to have those stretch marks and that baby weight. They hope against hope each month that they will need to test. But…
Dear Son, You’re two years old and getting so big as you remind us so often. Everything is big to you. You want it big and you want more of it. Big tractors, big bulls, more hay bales. It’s a big world for our little farmer. You might play with toy baby bulls, but if…
Dear Son, When I found out I was expecting you, I secretly hoped you would be a boy. Your daddy loves your sisters — his two little princesses. (He liked what a customer had told him: “Having girls always made my husband feel like a king!”) But I had a feeling a son would make…
It feels like we’re jumping into the busy season with both feet. All except for Mom–she’s not doing anything with both feet at the moment. My mother-in-law broke her ankle on Tuesday. And her fall threw us all into a bit of confusion, as we rearrange schedules and plan for a summer without the help…
My husband’s grandparents were one of the first to build on the hill. But like the little house in the storybook, the city grew up around them. Their ocean view has diminished to just a slice outlined by two palm trees out the dining room window. But every evening, Grandpa would hobble through the kitchen…
The End.
The End.