Beautiful gray

“Why is your hair going gray?“ 5-year old Flowergirl asked me.” No one else has gray hair.” “I will tell you a secret,” I said. “Many people choose to color their hair. They color it because either they have fun coloring it or their hair is turning gray and they want to cover up the … More Beautiful gray

New Island

Mother’s Day is approaching, and once again I am reminded of the incredible blessing of children. Children energize me and sustain me. In this poem, my children save me from becoming a crumbling mountain of exhaustion to something like a volcano of energy. They help me form the new island of myself. I think many … More New Island

baby steps

“I’m rocking you,” I said to Flowergirl. “No,” she says, “I’m rocking you.” She was right. She was rocking us with her foot as we sat together in the rocking chair, only I assumed that I was doing the rocking. Something small has shifted. So small I almost didn’t notice it. Today we received a … More baby steps

getting the cup

“Get my cup for me,” Flowergirl demands. “No,” I say. “It’s right there on the table. If you want it, you can get it.” “Get it for me!” she yells. Sometimes she thinks she is water and I am stone, that if she says something enough times, I will give in. This is not true. … More getting the cup

Connected

Four-year old Flowergirl broke the plaster paw print casting that eight-year old Sunboy made at his camp session at the natural history museum. Yesterday he excitedly told us he would be making the paw print, and today he was pretty upset when it broke. “We’ll fix it if we can,” we reassured him. I couldn’t … More Connected