In September 1988, I was very pregnant. I was feeling melancholy that the great relationship that I had with my first-born was in jeopardy. With the addition of
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A Mother’s Day Perspective: I Didn’t Ask to Be Born …or Did I?
Let’s be honest. As a kid, Mother’s Day feels like a big, splatty serving of guilt pudding. Thank your mom for …everything. Your mom works so hard for
Twinkling
Our family was not one that did the nightly bath ritual for kids. How could you with eight kids? Instead we had some combination of Saturday night baths,
Tidy
I was waiting for the taxi outside my apartment. I’d packed my lunch and felt ready. Neat and tidy as a teacher must be. My lesson plans were