{Dust to Dust}

This is the week I learned that our children do not belong to us. We are not gods, to create a small being in our image. They come to us needy and helpless, and we are Caretakers.  Lives, made up of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium and phosphorus, even heart, mind, and soul; each are but dust returning to…

My baby girl is hurting!

This is my beautiful daughter Emma.  She’s upstairs right now–trying to sleep away a possible migraine and sinus infection that she has had for three weeks.  The doctor has just suggested another ten days of antibiotics, after five days of taking one antibiotic and ten days of another stronger one already. Emma has had chronic…

What Kind of Mother is She?

It occurs to me that I don’t write much about being a mother.  The reasons are simple.  I have no idea what I’m doing.  I use my instincts.  But I have no exact answers.  It took me years to accept that my mom and dad “did their best.”  They didn’t purposefully f*ck with me.  And…