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...
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the kind that arrives with clarity in what to do and time to do it. I had dropped my daughter off to volunteer and was running a quick errand before coming home to my writing and projects. Everyone had somewhere to be and something...
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