I am Not a Human Tissue

The salty water of the shallow pool in Shark's Cove made Caleb's eyes and nose run. In order to alleviate the discomfort of the post nasal drip, he would periodically run to me and hug my leg not in a gesture of toddler adoration but to wipe his nose across my board...

Lamentations on Aging

I'm feeling really old right now. I just helped my 12-year-old son with his homework. He had an entire page of math problems where he was asked to figure the area of circles. Yup, you've got it ?r^2. I saw that and thought, “You've got be kidding me! It was only...

Teens Giving Mother’s Day Talks

Sitting in the congregation on Mother's Day morning was a tense affair. We'd left Jessica home sick. Samson seemed to be coming down with something. Belinda was scowling at me. Monica wanted her back tickled. Caleb was flinging fruit snacks. And Alana was sitting on...

My Cup Runneth Over

My daughters caught sight of me as I pulled up to the school today. My youngest, who just turned eight, excitingly waved something colorful in the air, though I couldn't quite see what it was. As I slowly came to a stop, the girls approached the van and climbed in....