It’s the time of year when I play in the dirt and marvel at the new life growing under the huddles masses of Otter Pop wrappers, solicitor fliers and dead leaves that crawled under my shrubs to wait out the winter and never came out. I don’t know who in…
#Reverb14, Day 11: What tiny rituals: signal that your day is starting; help you ease into a creative project; give you closure from an intensive task; or mark other significant milestones in your day? I’m not sure when it began exactly, but I remember our ritual beginning when my…
I was fortunate to grow up in a home with a stay-at-home mother who was mindful in taking care of our home. I never had to sleep in dirty sheets, walk through grimy halls or feel sticky floors on my bare feet. There were never piled up dirty…
There is a lot about motherhood that is beautiful and miraculous. Watching my son become the amazing young man he is growing up to be, for example is one. My little girl, a gift I waited to have for over ten years is another. I am deliciously happy and my…
I advocate for village-raising of our children almost on a daily basis. I love the concept of shared responsibility in tending after neighborhood children when they are all outside enjoying everyone’s company. If my child is doing something dangerous that would harm him/herself or others, I would hope that another…
I’m sure by now most of the western hemisphere and half of the eastern hemisphere have already seen this video: I know that I have seen this on my own Facebook newsfeed at least a dozen times usually being described as hilarious or adorable. Never being one to join…
