I sat watching from behind the glass. Nose-bleed seats, for sure. They are all nose-bleed seats, though. In one hour increments parents race toward the glass to grab the “best” seats, so to catch a glimpse of their kids kick a ball to a teammate or better yet, into the goal of the opposing team....
I stood off to the side in a small classroom with 15 Kindergartners. The song “Happy” played while the “Mom in Charge” (a role which I take great care to never be) orchestrated a game of musical chairs. For a moment, I enjoyed standing among people who made me feel like a giant. While...
It’s been nearly six months now. Six months since a big yellow bus pulled up to our driveway and all three of my kids climbed aboard. Every day since, it’s been the same–Charlie climbs aboard first, Chanelle presses her hand lightly on Meadow’s back to guide her on second, and Chanelle climbs the three over-sized...
I turn on the car and there it is again. . . that song. That ‘Perfect’ song. You know it, Ed Sheeran with his alluring accent, poetic lyrics, and pipes that nearly bring me to tears every single time. (And don’t even get me started talking about the version with Andrea Bocelli. If you do...
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What a profound truth regardless of age or circumstances- well said Summer
Thank you very much, Barbara.