Love is a Tornado
This morning, my daughter hands me a little card that says her love for me is like a tornado. She drew a picture of a
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This morning, my daughter hands me a little card that says her love for me is like a tornado. She drew a picture of a
Today, we celebrate my daughter by a rite of passage ceremony that we’ve been thinking about for a long time. We are getting her ears
Do you remember when I cried while mopping my kitchen floor because I was thankful for the filth? Well, today I bring out my mop
Down the big hill and towards the school, some new neighbors moved in last Spring. I met them once, and since then, our paths have
Last year, my daughter’s teacher asked me to provide some healthy Halloween treats for the 2nd grade party. Everyone knows how terrible I am at
Yesterday, I admit to my dear friend that I’m not good at being vulnerable. I’m better at listening and giving advice and pretending I have
As we walk to school, we find a cell phone and keys tucked away into the hollow of a tree. These treasures arrive some days
As I teach about “civility”–showing politeness and regard for others–I realize how foreign of a concept kindness has become. I ask the class why it’s
Autumn Leaves I’m looking up into the autumn leaves, and I realize I’m watching a glorious death. These colors–this vibrant display of glory–come at the
Whenever it’s time to make up a bed with fresh, clean sheets, it’s as if the cats know. They run to the bedroom. Soon, I