“Don’t doubt yourself, Mom.” Head tilted over the railing of his top bunk, sandy blond hair flopping on his suntanned forehead (did we remember sunscreen this week???), he said this with a grounded, matter of fact knowing as he looked down at me, curled-up on the lower bunk, tear escaping down my cheek. It was... Continue Reading →
Some Days, It’s Daylight Savoring Time
I woke this morning, as I sometimes do, to the feeling of a presence standing near my bedside. As my eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the dark, I saw the faint outline of my son. I asked if he was okay. No. Bad dream. I could tell it had really shaken him. I said,... Continue Reading →
Some Days, I Choose the G Word
I’m just going to be real with you. The C word is scary. Even with a lower-case c and a maybe, it forces a pause. It puts things in perspective. We spend so much time fretting about the future that we can forget it is not guaranteed. I don’t mean for this to be grim... Continue Reading →