Laundry. It piles up around us sometimes. Boys drop it on the floor instead of the bag ... "Put it in the bag, please, hun .." said over ten times in a morning ... till I'm weary of my own voice and weary of the piles of unfinished mothering and attempts to pour in all that is needed for a life in ... Read More about Laundry (a Poem)
When Growing Pains Get the Best of Me
I've got those growing pains again. The ones that wrap around my heart while you lay sleeping sweetly in your bed all half-boy, half-man and unaware. If only you knew the ache of a mother's heart for you -- the joy-giving, cliff-hanging moments of motherhood that catch me up and dare me to care ... Read More about When Growing Pains Get the Best of Me
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