We rush into swim lessons. Baby girl in on my hip. She is perfectly capable of walking but for the sake of expediency I whisk her into my arms. My little boy holds her foot, tugging me in a downward backward motion. I just want to get out of the hot sun. “Stop pulling me… Continue reading Our Numbered Days – Parenting
Last week a 6-year-old Alabama boy is murdered in the backseat of his Mother’s stolen car. Yesterday a home-made bomb maims and kills over twenty people. From the cozy interior of my Utah home life hasn’t changed. But it has. It does. The weight of life’s seemingly endless cruelty and senselessness can be together all… Continue reading How We Cope
My children are absolutely more important than my home or even on those rough days my physical appearance. Jo’s got that right. There is something so freeing about being able to sit on the floor and just enjoy your children.