This is a true story...My Sunday Morning Offering: Parenthood (or What We Make) If you are not completely selfless Parenthood will teach...

“Do you know what I wish I was?” I asked my son Jared right before we fell asleep the other night. The house was dark and finally quiet...

“Well I'm looking for a soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands” – Kathleen Edwards, ‘A Soft Place To Land’ from the...

A song for another time... Every week I have what I’ve begun thinking of as Philosophical Sundays with my son Jared. He’s a very...

It’s 4AM and I can’t sleep. Last night I resorted to comfort food to soothe my frustration: mac and cheese with a breadcrumb topping and...

Exploding Glass And Unexpected Serenity Last night dinner exploded, in my hands, in my hair, on my clothes, on my face and all over the...

A poem about silence We sat silently reading in the rain the soft drip-drip-drippity-drips being the only sound in our ears And I was...