You are a force, Burke. Not the force, but a force nonetheless. Whether throwing your body to tackle someone or wrapping your legs and arms around...

This last year I often told people, “someone should write a book paralleling toddlers and teenagers.” Both stages, somehow awkardly trapped in the continuum of...

Dad and I often refer to you as a man trapped in a boy’s body: a man-child, I suppose. The other day we were talking...

olive kay douglass march 4, 2009 10:52 am 6 lbs  2 0z       18 1/2 in Last summer we found out that you, Olive, would be...

You and your brother love to hear and tell stories. It’s not uncommon for either of you to dictate a story for me to transcribe...

This past summer, while in Florida, the whole group ventured out to dinner at a restaurant that we had been told was “kid-friendly.” Aside from...

It seems like a year ago, as opposed to five, that I was holding you for the first time. I remember the nurse handing you...

We’re late to be somewhere, anywhere. You approach me and ask, “Mom, will you put on my shoes?” I bend down, wrestling to force your...