The heart of a mother

The heart of a mother

His rosy cheeks make him look healthy, until you realize they’re so red because his fever is running so high. He sits, limply, doesn’t want to play his video games, or watch TV, or read, or do anything. His tumbling curls frame his pale, emotionless face....
I think I should write

I think I should write

I had trouble figuring out what to write about today. So many things going through my head. My younger son is sick, and I’m sitting on the floor of his room, leaning against his bed, with my laptop open. “What should I write about?” I asked him....
Children’s television shows are weird

Children’s television shows are weird

Let’s face it: children’s television shows are flat-out strange today. I’m glad my boys are now of the age where we watch Avengers cartoons, Star Wars Rebels, and Doctor Who together. But when they were younger, I watched shows with them so I knew...
Confessions of a grammar snob

Confessions of a grammar snob

I’ll admit it: I’m somewhat of a grammar snob. I haven’t always been as adamant about it as I am today, and 20 years in newspaper newsrooms probably had some affect on me in that regard. You haven’t met so many people concerned about the...
Catch the little moments before they’re gone

Catch the little moments before they’re gone

We are fortunate when we catch our children in unguarded moments; when they don’t know we are privy to their interactions. One such time happened when my older son was 4 or 5, and my younger son was 2 or 3. I was working at the dining room table, on my laptop....
Tears of laughter, tears of pain

Tears of laughter, tears of pain

Tears are a funny thing. They often come out when you least want them to. When you’re trying so hard to keep them in because you don’t want anyone to know the emotions you’re feeling. When you are sitting there, stoically, the tear betrays you,...
Don’t give in to fear

Don’t give in to fear

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there...