Ever since I became a mom, I developed what I refer to as a mother tongue. I call every kid that enters my house, “Love,” I utter compilations of words that I never would have imagined go together like, “Don’t …
The Art of Good Neighboring
“Junior! Junior! Junior!” A few years ago, I heard my 5-year-old son Lincoln standing on the driveway yelling “Junior” at the top of his lungs. Naturally, I was terrified something was wrong so I ran outside to check on him. …