They accumulate in the corners of our minds and homes: skills, experiences, dog-eared books, fragments of inspiration. What if these things aren’t random clutter, but whispers of something more significant taking shape. Have you ever felt that familiar midlife...
As the semester swiftly moves toward a close, I feel a sense of relief that the end is near, but a sort of sadness begins to seep in as well. Endings tend to make me feel more nostalgic as I get older. My body starts to get quiet and I find myself sitting with the...
We heard him before we saw him, a tiny little boy wailing. Standing on our back porch facing the alley, we saw a little guy zoom down on his little scooter, crying out of fear or extreme anger. My teacher/principal/mother radar went up and, as I usually do when I am...
I thought the solo trip was more about my son, but I found out it was for me. The fear of traveling alone consumed me and the only remedy was my vision of reuniting with my son in Spain. He was spending a year studying abroad in Madrid, Spain and I missed him...
Sometimes, when I look at him, I still see that fresh little baby boy who had such a hard journey into the world. I see those beautiful blue eyes with long eyelashes looking back at me in wonder from his swaddled little body. I carried him to term with all the joy,...
The morning after I arrived home from my solo trip to Madrid, Spain, I stood in the kitchen after the family left for work and school; getting ready to assess the food situation in the house and preparing to go shopping to get things back to normal. Suddenly, and...
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