In eight seasons of coaching my son’s soccer team, I have not been able to just watch him play. I’m…

We are in the thick of fall break. The kids are home, the snacks are disappearing at an alarming rate,…

The kids are always asking me to come eat lunch with them.  They wouldn’t mind if I came every day. …

Today my son turns 10. Arrington.  My baby.  The one who made me a mother.  Ten years ago showed up…

What is rest? I wish I could tell you I’ve been, and plan to be, on the couch.  Remote in…

This spring had a little bit of everything.  Growth.  New faces.  New energy.  Rainouts,  muddy fields, all day Saturdays, and…

Mother’s Day started the way it should.  With nowhere to be and nothing to do. I went to bed around…

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The other day, I bought a box of jacks. Vintage style. Metal. Real. The kind that make a tiny, satisfying…

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