The other day my six-year-old daughter, with a sympathetic expression, put her arm around me and said, “It must be hard to be a mother. You don’t get to do the all things you want to do.” My heart lurched. Clearly, in this time of craziness and overwhelm, when I haven’t been at my best,Continue reading “unfinished stories”
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this season of motherhood
Season This is the season of sticky,Of unicorn glitter putty embedded into the expensive couch (such a good idea at the time!)that has become a trampoline and diving board,and also in the rug you took ages to pick out,musing how cute it would look in photos.Now your foot sticks to it and squelchesand you haveContinue reading “this season of motherhood”
a warm, quiet welcome…
First, I hope you’ve grabbed your drink of choice. For me, it is a large, steaming mug of black coffee. I want it to reach my veins as quickly as possible. Whatever it is in your hand, it should make you smile when you hold it and perhaps after a few small sips the wordsContinue reading “a warm, quiet welcome…”
coffee, then words 