A little rough around the edges
Our plan was to go green, as in the next level of ski slope up. It seemed reasonable, especially when I mastered getting off the lift without falling under the seat.
Choosing Communion
A rush of memories poured over me – like the nine-year-old Emmali who served me a Cheez-It cracker and red Gatorade in a shot glass at home because I’d missed communion at church to tend to her younger sister who was sick…
Mascara at the Matinée
Grace made a grown-up decision to be a child for the afternoon. She’s been doing that a lot lately in this time between pretend proms with her junior high friends and presenting her case for why I should allow her to wear make-up for real. I gave in with one...
Seven years of separation
(I wrote the following from my youngest daughter's perspective. When she read it, she said "Spot on," mocking her older sister who says this when she agrees with what I'm wearing or cooking.) Seven years is too far apart. It means I’m left here and she’s not. It means...
