On Time and Motherhood

On Time and Motherhood

Time is a fickle creature and sometimes I don’t like her one…little…bit. She toys and she taunts at her leisure and her pace is hardly fair–she creeps along at a slug’s pace when A Big Day approaches, but in the lives of my children she...

A woman of wonder

I cannot imagine the last five years of my mother’s life:  while cancer ravaged her body, she endured the heart-shredding anguish of knowing she would leave behind three young children who adored her. My 33rd birthday marked the year in her life when she...

Mom, Interrupted

My back is turned to him, but I hear his steps as he approaches. Without turning to look at him, he says, "Mom, can you tie this?". I’m in the middle of a cleaning frenzy–company’s coming tomorrow, friends we haven’t seen in years,...

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