Big Rocks, Little Rocks, and Sand
A conversation with my daughter about time management and priorities via big rocks, little rocks, and sand.
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Parenting
A Moment of Normalcy
This morning Etta asked me to walk her to school. So we met at the foot of the stairs and walked together up to her bedroom ….
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Being Kind to Sweetpea
I wrenched my back last week, and nine-year old Etta has been very concerned, seeing me wince in pain as I hobble around the house. Last night as I was stiffly and carefully tucking her into bed, she said, “Your spine is being bad! It’s hurting you!”
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where kids breathed
I was browsing through recent journal entries when I was suddenly stopped short by a simple description of walking Etta to school. Wow, that’s right, we used to go to school!
In that moment grief hit me hard — for all we’ve been through and all we’ve lost and how quickly everything changed. This is the poem I wrote about it.