Her hair is pink and in dire need of a wash; her glasses are held together with masking tape, and there is nothing more beautiful than her out here in the spring sunshine, framed by just-budding trees, laughing her heart out. She is eleven years old, somewhere between little girl and teenager, and she makes […]
We are navigating these tricky waters of growing up, of fighting for independence while still being so very dependent.
Do you ever wonder, when you stop for a moment and think, who’s teaching whom anyway?
Happy Birthday, Pooka. Mama loves you forever.
Today I watched you get just a little nervous when those great big high school boys called you out to the tumbling mats. But you were brave and told them your name and tried really hard to follow their directions and stretch long and tall. You may have fallen over once. I may have laughed […]