For days my 11-year-old, Paige, has been sniffing and clearing phlegm from her throat. For days. I have checked her forehead with the back of my hand, and even taken her temperature, worried she was maybe coming down with something. I commented to her after quite some time of this that maybe she was fighting
Tessa climbed in bed beside me this morning saying she was not feeling well. Dark circles under her eyes. A sense of sadness on her face. And I didn’t really wonder why. She and I have been struggling so much lately. The one most like me, at 14, suddenly often feeling foreign, hard to fully
It is 72 days until my first grandbaby is due. (But who’s counting, right?) My daughter, Alena, who is expecting was being thrown a shower by her church, and she invited me and her sisters to come partake in the celebration. Right from the start I assumed things about how this shower would go; Mostly
We’ve always called it her “nest;” The corner of the couch, partially hidden behind the Monstera leaves. She is known to sit there for hours, playing, drawing, staring at her screen. She has since she was much smaller. It is obvious it is a comfort to her, sitting there, tucked away from so many outside
Ah, Middle School. So we meet again. This is now my fourth rodeo, and you would think I would be a pro at this, but, as if right on cue, here I am being thrown off the bull again. To any observing bystander, it would probably appear as nothing much. Just a little toss. A