The baby had just been born, the sounds of the animals huddled in the stable are the backdrop to the quiet cooing of the child. Mary and Joseph in wonder. They feel both terrified and in awe. They live, for …
I Am Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
“Can I talk to you? Just you and me?” My sparkly eyed, curly haired 5-year-old daughter whispered in my ear as I was tucking her into bed. At first, I was certain this was one of her antics used to …
How Slow Mondays Saved My Sanity
Not too long ago, I was living in a state of overwhelmed. I was tired, short-fused, stressed and a mere shadow of my best self. I was pregnant with my second child and spent my days juggling a strong-willed 3-year-old …
Sweet Relief
Here I am once again, dancing around the kitchen, squeezing my insides with everything I’ve got. I’m up on my tippy toes then bending at the knees. Sweating, I think. Yes, sweating. Contorting. Panting. Anxious. All edges. And I have …
Don’t Worry, My Child
You do not have to worry, child. Not about the spelling quiz, the untied shoes, the next soccer game, the day you are late to school. Don’t worry that you will have to stand in the front row of the …
Wonder Walks
When I was eight years old, my mother placed a book in my lap and told me to read the entire thing by the end of the week. I looked down at the front cover, which had an illustration of …
The Restorative, Healing Powers of Awe
Awe research. It’s a real thing and it’s happening at the University of California, Berkeley. A team of psychologists have found that people who experience awe manifest some very interesting behaviors. I would have guessed that awe boosted mood temporarily …
GIST: How Do I Know When I’m Over-Parenting?
Maybe we can make a deal. We’ll agree that “doting” is OK for a baby – if you agree to discontinue doting as soon as your child gets a little older. Deal? Doting over a baby in its first 12 …
The Womb Time That Winter Brings
Winter has a way of reminding me I can’t control every aspect of my life. Ever since I was young, I have loved the seasons. The unique feel, tastes and rhythms of nature have always whispered to me that there …
The Lost Boys of Portland, England
I was climbing up the steep grade of England’s rocky coast. Through strands of hair whipped across my face by the sea breeze, I watched the sky fade into pink and purple over the glittering waters, deep and possibly infinite. …
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