“Mommy, guess what page I’m on?” asked a little voice from the back seat one morning. “I’m on page 50!” I smiled in the rear view mirror at the freckled face with blue eyes and dimples...
Growing Older
The Tea Ritual, or Trying a New Thing (Again)
This Old Table
“Mommy, let’s color,” she would say and go get her plastic pencil box filled with crayons. I’d pull out construction paper or printer paper and other supplies and sit down at the table with her. She would stand or sit on her knees in the chair, lean on the table, and hold a worn-down crayon between chubby toddler fingers...
