One day our life will be quiet and clean just as it was in the beginning before kids, and I always hope that in those...

Your father was traveling through Cuba when I discovered I was pregnant with you. For days, I let this strange, new idea roll through my mind and out onto...

  Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson bath-time conversations / hide-and-seek / making and loving these / visit...

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last...

I’m thrilled (and honored and any other exciting adjective) to announce my invitation to collaborate on this beautiful project, Spilled Milk.  “Spilled Milk is a...

Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our father’s love — difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul’s miseries, her burdens, her needs...

The other night at dinner, you sat by my side — not necessarily a coveted position these days because you tend to use your neighbor...

Burke, this evening at 10:36 you turned eight. Even now, as I listen to your unrestrained laughter with friends in the other room, I can...

[vimeo 60578462 w=500 h=281]   Here’s three minutes with our giggly six-year-old: unscripted, unrehearsed, limited editing. Enjoy!  ...

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness....