Before I had children, I never really worried about whether I would love one child more than the other. I always knew that there would be enough love to go around. What I had not expected, however, was the extent to which I would love my children so differently. I…
Winter here in the Midwest seems to have tightened its grip, holding strong, with few signs of letting go. Cold temps, gray days, and crusty snow seem to be the norm lately and there don’t seem to be any indications that things will change any time soon. Quite frankly, I…
“Tell us your impressions about motherhood,” the cheerful instructor asked the group of new moms sitting cross-legged on the floor with newborns in our laps. A newbie to this mommy-and-me infant class, I greeted the discussion time each week with equal parts eagerness and apprehension. I desperately wanted to get…
This is no time for ease and comfort. It is time to dare and endure. Winston Churchill I hate change. I mean, I really hate change. Being the creature of habit that I am, I thrive on routine and rebel when anything – illness, unexpected obligations, life hiccups, or even…
“It shouldn’t happen,” my neighbor called when he passed by my house on his way home from work late last night as I shoveled out from under the 9+ inches of snow we had gotten during the day. I laughed, nodded my head, and went back to shoveling. I couldn’t help but wonder though:…
Writing is oftentimes a solitary – even lonely – activity. Hours are spent in front of an impersonal computer tap-tap-tapping away thoughts and ideas. Conversions exist only in one’s head. And raw emotions manifested on the page are met with silence. But the writers’ world is also one of remarkable…