I was pouring a second cup of coffee yesterday morning when my oldest walked through the kitchen on a live call with her school Chromebook. I couldn’t see the screen but I could hear her classmate sharing about her Christmas plans. Teen: “I’m going to Florida to see my dad, but I’m nervous.” Teacher: “Why…
For the first ten years of my parenting I had a ritual before going to bed. I would quietly tiptoe into each of the girls’ rooms and make sure they were breathing. All I needed was a quick glimpse of the rise and fall of their little chests to satisfy myself. Is this strange? Probably….
I have a child struggling with anxiety, and it has caught us off guard because she is not the one typically prone to it. Maybe I should blame it on the chaos of 2020 or the intensity of these past few weeks? Whatever the cause, this one’s anxiety, which is coupled with some attention deficit,…
I’ve only visited my dad’s grave a handful of times. I don’t like cemeteries or the feelings they conjure up. But this fall I find myself driving by the one he is buried in on the other side of town once a week to take my middle daughter to piano lessons. A few weeks ago…