Love Leaves a Mark
Aubrey Sampson
On the night of Cam’s funeral, we lit paper lanterns and watched them float across a starry Nashville sky. Some of the lanterns came
On the night of Cam’s funeral, we lit paper lanterns and watched them float across a starry Nashville sky. Some of the lanterns came
I’m not sure when motherhood began to resemble a game show entitled “Judgment and Comparison.” “I’ll take, ‘Why is your 3-year-old not potty-trained?’ for $100,
He runs through the lawn, toddler body wiggling and shaking as only a running toddler body can. He stops to rest a soft, sweaty
“I hate you and I wish you were dead.” The words stung, though not as much as they did the first few times they
Recently, I led a 30-minute Facebook Live event, “Whole Body Parenting,” for moms (and dads!) of young children. Many of my presentations for parents
My phone pings. A text from my husband. He is back in Austin, Texas for work. He writes how good it is to be
For six warp-speed hours every week, my youngest son is in preschool. He’s been my constant companion for the last four years, so I’m
A widow, a cancer-survivor and a mother of three with only two she can hold, sing to and rock to sleep – these are
Small talk is a curious thing. It is often thought rude not to engage in small talk with strangers, but we rarely strengthen relationships
I remember sitting in the butterfly pose on the gym floor of the elementary school. I was wearing a pink leotard with a floral