I have two sons. They are still climbing the hill out of childhood and into teenager-dom, but they aren’t quite there yet. But I know it’s coming. I feel it and the feeling alternates... Read more >>

We give birth to them, we nurture them and guide them through their adolescent years and them bam! She’s found the man she wants to marry. How did that happen? Yesterday she was fourteen and I... Read more >>

Before your birth, we didn’t know just which one you would be, a little girl like your mother or maybe, a little boy like me. But as soon as you started to grow, you became, like all little... Read more >>

                     I often wonder why I reach for a branch. I gather the leaves from its fallen... Read more >>

I am up tonight emotions reeling. It was my birthday yesterday—thirty-six years old. Thirty-six years alive. Three years of parents, mom and dad, ten years of multiple dads, moms, ad totally... Read more >>

It is most certainly the end of the beginning.  I don’t have a Beginner anymore. And I no longer have both children in the Morse Building, where the very youngest children are. Sob. Gracie... Read more >>

Growing up in a small mining town, I led a pretty sheltered, family existence—you might even call it a “Leave It to Beaver” scenario, except my mother wouldn’t be caught dead... Read more >>

Growing up, I always envied the children that I went to school or church with because they had both their parents. I often dreamed of what it must be like to have both parents loving and encouraging... Read more >>

Being nineteen is both a blessing and a curse … I’ve discovered. I’m at an odd place in my life, where I feel like nothing is going fast enough and at the same time, time keeps... Read more >>

The summer I turned twelve my hair was chopped off. It was my mother’s idea. The Cut and Curl had a special: Seven dollars for a Pixie.  “Wash and wear,” my mother... Read more >>