I have been fighting the demons for a long time…and I’m not speaking of my children. Deep inside of me I know, even when no one else...

He had spun me from what was left of my childhood, turning me toward the rich path of motherhood by his very existence. I made...

It always seemed like by the time I would notice that the magnolia blossoms had opened, the petals had begun to fade and fall from the...

“Mom, why are you crying?” His question came from a place of innocence that I feared was about to fade before my eyes, which could no...

The six year old practices every bad word he knows in one long stream, shot directly at my quiet request to put on fresh underwear. Three...

Once, I cried at a baseball game. It was dark, so no one probably even knew. By some sort of twist in the interpretation of a rule…or...

Yesterday, I was having a good day, which really wouldn’t seem extraordinary except there just haven’t been a whole lot of them lately. A...

“Mom, why is your garden really empty right now?” The words of my five-year-old came from a place of curiosity. The corn stalks that had...

“Everything is either a blessing or a lesson.” Who was it that said that, anyway? Maybe, some things can be both of those at the same...

Love, young love, I hope you are well. At least we now both Have a story to tell. —Keaton Henson, “Sarah Minor” I should have known by...

If our eyes are windows to our souls, the other features certainly help with interpretation. The thoughts are higher, bigger, and more...

As a little girl, on my sick days from school, the best part of the day was the half hour when I could sit in my dad’s recliner in my...

I would always have someone with me, and I would never be lonely, not ever again. At twenty-four, and I was about to have my first baby....

It’s helpful, necessary, and smart. It’s good practice. Also, it’s terrifying. There’s no more solace to be found in the garden these...

It was hard to discern where the brilliant blue sky became the ocean’s choppy waves, where the hope looked more like fear. From his...

Monday had a promising start: the sun shone brightly, and I had a few minutes to spare before I would be meeting my longtime friend, so I...

“Don’t let anyone say that it’s just a game…” A friend mentioned that in just a few weeks, it will be time for pitchers and catchers to...

As a fresh spring chicken of a foster parent, I was given by one of my dearest friends a candy-pink shirt with the words, “Love is Not...

We don’t have to go back to some of the hard things. We have come so very far. Last year at this time, as the cold set in, we were...

I guess you only get so many chances, at least in this life. Nancy, my favorite chicken, went quietly in the early morning cold of All...