I turned my shopping cart down the next aisle and felt a familiar tension creep into my neck. The trees, lights, wreaths, ornaments, candy canes and wrapping paper exploded in green and red. That familiar tension in my neck was …
Mother Tongue
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 …