You know that moment when words fly out of your mouth, and you see them darting away into the atmosphere, irretrievable, and wish a little string trailed after them so…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
There are just a few wisps of baby cocoon clinging to Little Friend’s rapidly spreading pre-schooler wings. The other day, Big Friend and I realized that another sizable chunk of…
Little Friend gave me a birthday present this morning as she wandered out of her bedroom, footsteps still dragging in the sands of sleep and tousled hair stuck to eye…
I began 2011 with a vision for the year: The Year of the Cup. I imagined the twelve months before me as empty vessels to be filled with God’s trademark…
There’s something that happens as the calendar nears that final day of one year, and I anticipate cracking open a new calendar to welcome the fear, uncertainty, promise, and mundanity…
I woke up this morning to two wide blue eyes staring at me from five inches away. The eyes moved to two inches away and a blonde head of downy…