I stubbed my little toe the other week. It broke. It broke in that kind of blood blister-purple-yellow-green-red polka dot kind of way. I wore my crocs everywhere for ten…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
28 weeks of this pregnancy is a bit of a milestone for me. Little Friend arrived on the scene at 34 weeks after I passively fought a bed-rest battle against…
I think of the child playing in the sand, a few feet from the ocean wave’s reach. The child whose fingers form the hourglass for sand and minutes to trickle…
“I don’t like this Valentine’s Day card.” “I’m not fond of cleaning up.” “That does not make me happy.” “STOP IT!” “But I want something!” Yesterday, I begged Big Friend…
“I want to drink my chocolate milk, but I do not want to cooperate.” I hadn’t planned on having this time slot open in my schedule for writing. I’d blocked…
Dear Big Friend, Little Friend and I will dash to the store in a few minutes in search of the perfect present for you. Little Friend is admanant about the…