Dear Son,

Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen...
When Holidays Are Hard

When Holidays Are Hard

My boots echoed on the Target floor, a steady tapping with each step. I remember thinking to myself, as long as I can hear that tap, at least I know I’m still moving forward. It was Christmas, and the months leading up to this season had been filled with unexpected...
Dear Soldier,

Dear Soldier,

Dear Soldier, Today was one of those frustrating parenting days.  The kind where my precious children argued over everything: who got the red bowl, the blue ball, and the stuffed horse.  On top of that, there was an overdose of whining and screaming for reasons beyond...

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