The Miracle of Imperfect Timing

Two kids under two was never part of my plan. My husband, whose sister is a mere 14 months his senior, assured me having kids close together would be not …

When I’m Not Myself

I often say I am a recovering perfectionist. I’m a recovering chameleon, too. As a child I moved around every few years; as an adult I have followed a similar …

Two Tin Cans and a String

Sitting on the concrete edge of the area surrounding the jungle gym, I watched my six-year-old daughter climb the red stairs to the reach yellow slide. She sat down at …