The Little Man rolled out of bed and hit the ground talking this morning. “Would you buy me cookie dough mix?” “Why?” “So I can make cookies.” “Why not from scratch?” “I don’t think you want me making cookies from scratch.” “Yes, I do. Why do you need cookies? Did you commit to making cookies… Read More The Privilege of Motherhood
Sometimes it’s the little things, the quiet moments. The sigh of contentment after a long day when you finally have nothing to do but sit. The look on his face when I come in the door after work. The noise he makes when I scratch his back without being asked. The time we get to… Read More Love is… Marriage
Written by a veteran in tribute to his fellow warriors, I’m proud to repost this poem on a day of remembrance. Never forget what they gave for us, the living and the dead. Myrmidon Tears “Parade rest!” At once, 600 pairs of boots stamp into the grass, Palms crossing in the small of our backs.… Read More Myrmidon Tears to Commemorate Veteran’s Day