The Measure of Your Motherhood

I saw you in the produce section. At least, that's where I saw you the first time. You had one hand on your stroller, your other hand and forearm holding your tiny baby to your chest, a soft tuft of his hair peeking out from under a pastel receiving blanket. I could tell in a… Continue reading The Measure of Your Motherhood


Love letter to ‘The Leaders’

Last weekend, I drove my son out to a rural area well past the city limits, helped him carry his camp gear along a trail into the woods, and delivered him to a campsite that was bustling like an ant hill. Kids were pulling tents into place, adults were offering a helping hand here and… Continue reading Love letter to ‘The Leaders’