I think about this quotation after having spent the morning picking up all of the contents of my make up bag, which, having been discovered, rummaged through, and played…
Category: <span>Parenting</span>
Between requests for snacks, lunch, sips of coffee, and requests to play Peter Pan, I’m grabbing five minutes to write. I should be playing Peter Pan. But I’ve been up…
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…