Saved, by the Rickshaw

We are in the height of dance competition season. While that can mean fun times with our teammates and lots of opportunities to perform publically; it also can mean STRESS! Now that I have two competitive dancers in this house, the possibility for stressful things to happen has doubled. The first competition of the season,…

What do you do with baby teeth?

The other day I caught the kids snooping. They found a box full of memorabilia and were having a fun time going through it. It included items such as the hospital bracelets that no longer would fit around their arms and old birth announcements. They all agreed that the note I wrote to their dad…

A Letter to my Mother

Dearest Mom, It’s been almost two years now that you have been gone.  Tonight your granddaughter did something that reminded me of you. She is you mom, your best parts all wrapped up into one girl. And I thought about that and burst out crying while running some errands.  Grief is hard. It makes no…

Watching Him Walk Away

A few years ago I listened to a story on NPR about the concept of a “right of passage.” The commentator said that often in this culture we miss the true rights of passage – the meaningful ones – and instead celebrate strange holidays and events. Today I witnessed what may prove to be one…