Motherhood is one long lesson in humility. Pregnancy alone is an endless font of experiences in “keeping it real” and TMI. From the taboo and gross details of conception (God must have a sense if humor) to the raw “ewwww” of birth (yep, some sense of humor), it’s a wonder…
Marius is singing “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.” Though the stage show is much better, the recent movie production of Les Miserables is good enough that I am happy to play the DVD over and over again. My biggest criticism (other than the fact that I really wish they would have…
Three years ago, December 3rd was a Friday night. I was 20 weeks pregnant with our fourth child, and starting to feel it. Due to an anterior placenta, I had not felt my littlest one move much, but earlier that day, I had smiled at some big kicks. I have…
Two nights after John Blaise was stillborn, I woke in the middle of the night with a poem in my head. I’m talking 4 am. And full verses. I had been given this poem. A good friend from church and one of my writing groups read it for me at John’s…
All of life is a game of Catch and Release, isn’t it? Some things are harder to catch (on to) than others: the ideal spouse, a good job, a sense of self-esteem. For some of us, children. Or maybe faith, inner peace, or acceptance of circumstances. Mick Jagger might add…