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...

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...

Blythe, this last year as I watched you shoot out of your lingering baby chubs and try to bite apples with missing front teeth, I...

    “For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing...

Mom, You blew into our daily lives for a brief three days last week to help Kristen and me collect pieces of our days and...

Or “phree,” as you might say, holding your three fingers high in the air, as if to warn the world before you, “I’m coming!” And...

Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it...

It really is a wonderful life. And we all wanted to make sure you remembered, so this is how we celebrated you this year on...

Calling you delightful, Olive, seems like a drastic understatement or cliche (sadly, words limit us at times to describe the full measure of a person),...