Uncategorized
Saturday morning our kids were all away at sleep-overs. John got up early and brought two cups of coffee back to bed. When I stirred from my nest of sheets and sun, he asked, “Are you ready to hear about what I saw this morning?” I guess I must have been...
Uncategorized
(THIS is the lovely view across the street from our house. Amazing.) When the day starts with your huggy-boy not willing to give you a hug. Then progresses to yelling and hitting. When you let them watch way more T.V. than they should and it only...
Uncategorized
The Special Supplemental Nutrition Program for Women, Infants, and Children (WIC) provides Federal grants to States for supplemental foods, health care referrals, and nutrition education for low-income pregnant, breastfeeding, and non-breastfeeding postpartum women,...
Uncategorized
At the end of the day two cats sit in the window, sunset facing, while my husband walks the trash to the curb. Two fresh bodies are tucked into bed. Two still-dirty ones stretch the last minutes of daylight in the yard. There was some discussion this...
Uncategorized
But Sarah’s heart was full. It was as full as when the sounds of her own children had filled her house. – in “The Mitten Tree” by Candace Christiansen Everywhere I look people are writing about the silence, the quiet hush of these...
