Poetry

I’m tired. Bone tired. Now, usually I’m saying that about mothering and homemaking but… tonight, I’m saying it about WRITING! This has never happened to …

My boy… (the both of you!) you are a story brilliantly told… I cannot judge by the cover: it’s still in the hands of the …

Sometimes you know it before they do: other times, they take you by surprise each attempt still strikes your heart anew. Sometimes you know it …

I know your kids never fight. I know they never snap at each other. Never yell, “Stop it!” “Go away!” “My turn!” I know they probably …

We didn’t find out the gender of our first son. We did for our second. Each reveal was exciting and thrilling in its own way! …