Today With Her

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 […]

Thunderstorms, Pavlov’s Dogs, and One Sleepless Night

(A Tale of Motherhood) Last night, there was a thunderstorm in Tiny Town. Actually there was this random long series of storms and not-storms, with lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet, then more lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet. Then a huge crash that sent me flying out of bed to check on my daughter. […]