We were two months into being empty nesters when our youngest son started sending me a flurry of texts. He was attending a college
It was bedtime and it was my turn to tuck the little man in. We usually lay down with him for about 10 minutes
“Mama,” he said in a hushed tone, his big brown eyes full of regret, unable to meet mine, “I need to tell you something.
We are a few weeks into school, and this morning I drove the boys to kindergarten and fourth grade. (It’s not my week to drive the
I met Maya Angelou in New York at an event for the last book she wrote, Mom and Me and Mom, in 2012. I waited
One of the best and worst days of my life is the day I resuscitated my son, Holden, from a near-drowning incident. Amelie, Holden,
Every week I drive by a line of the most beautiful, eclectic houses. There is one that stands out amongst the others reminiscent of