Boulders

Boulders

Last week I was lying in bed with my daughter as she was falling asleep and she said “Mama you are my boulder. You and Dada are my boulders.” And then she listed all the names of our family and said “they are my boulders too”. I asked her what she...
It’s not a race, Mama.

It’s not a race, Mama.

My daughter turned 7 last week. We had a busy week of party planning and spending time together. There were many ideas swirling through my head today when I was thinking about what to write and as I was looking through my notes, I found a story I wrote when my...