August is a cruel, cruel month. It taunts and teases with little whip lashes of fall while still oozing forget-me-not notes of summer. For those of us who are adverse…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
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…
One day you meet Mr. Wonderful. He may be scowling as he brushes past you on his way out of the college cafeteria, but your heart pitter patters with some…
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…