I Am Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
Heather Avis
“Can I talk to you? Just you and me?” My sparkly eyed, curly haired 5-year-old daughter whispered in my ear as I was tucking
“Can I talk to you? Just you and me?” My sparkly eyed, curly haired 5-year-old daughter whispered in my ear as I was tucking
Last week, my son had a friend over and I asked them to light a fire in the fireplace because it was a cold
A few days ago, my baby, Nora, strapped on her backpack, laced up her shoes and headed off to kindergarten. She was so ready
“You talk so white.” I stared back at the girl who’d just said that to me, not surprised by her comment, but also unsure
The news coming out of Charlottesville, VA is horrifying. Racism is a weapon. It is life-destroying and goes against every tendency we have as
I stare at the 19 strangers encircling me and they look back at me – expectantly. I don’t like this kind of attention; even
Scars run across my body like tracks at a railroad terminal. They cross my entire abdomen in both directions. Large scars by any measure.
Secure attachment is the holy grail of child development and most moms are preprogrammed to pour themselves out so their kids can attain it.
Tonight, I lie here, sending my thoughts into the glowing screen, letting the soft tapping of the keys be the lullaby to the baby
After years of both lugging babies and bags down Terminal 5, the most amazing thing happened: all three of my children walked the long