Mark and I always knew thirteen would be a monumental year for our children. We want it to be. The teen years are such a...

As you turn a year older, Liam, and slip into what, in reality, is the last half of your time at home with us, we...

“a weekly portrait of my children in 2014” liam //Although you’re intuitive, articulate, and well-read, you love to play. I love this mixture in you...

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...

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

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause,...

In honor of today, the kids and I have been reading books and talking about MLK Jr., which of course has led to much larger...

This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by...

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...

I quickly informed my disheartened 5 year-old son that in another 10 years he will be grateful that his teeth are NOT curling out of...