Ocean

Ocean

At first I say no. My daughter’s chin juts out defiantly. “Please mom,” she says.  My son looks at me, hopeful. “Please, please,” he says.…

Starting Seeds

Starting Seeds

I think I’m supposed to like starting seeds. I think I’m supposed to enjoy feeling the soil in my hands, the seeds tiny specks of…

April Snow

April Snow

It is snowing in mid-April. The kids are home and it is eleven o’clock. We are all still in our pajamas. I warm up some…

Mom’s Building

Mom’s Building

“I see Mom’s building!” my son shouts. I peer out the car window and there it is. It’s easy to spot, a bookend on the…