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...
Caring is the New Cool

Caring is the New Cool

When I was a kid, I never felt “cool”. Maybe the cool kids never really felt cool either. Even as young as 8 years old, I knew who the “popular” or “cool” kids were and did not feel a part of that. I didn’t feel actively excluded, but there was something about my...
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...