A three-year old, barely weighing 30 pounds soaking wet, leaves a black hole of empty in her wake. She leaves droppings that my emotions stumble over and pick up her scent…
Category: <span>Motherhood</span>
Little Friend lifted her foot to the level of her hip and pistoned it back down to the floor. Repeatedly. I could have planted rows of corn in the furrows…
Dear Little One, Last night, you cruised through ten hours of sleep without a peep. I woke to an odd chiming noise, which, after some momentary disorientation, I discerned to…
If I knew I could hit a baby to make it stop crying in the middle of the night like I hit the snooze button on my alarm, chances are…
Dear Little Friend and Little One, I imagine your great-great-grandmother Ruth slumped on the farmhouse steps, eyes unfocused on the Illinois dirt of the yard before her, a bowl of…
Little Friend, at 3 1/2, still wears diapers at night. We’re alright with that. Little Friend is especially alright with it. “Can I pee in my diaper?” she’ll yell downstairs…