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...