nurturing her tangled hair, barefoot soul, and strong mind
I’m not good with distance. I like to be close. Anyone who knows me, knows this. I’m not one to give a distant greeting. If I haven’t seen you in a while, a smile or wave won’t do. I’m a hugger. I love to pull people in close. Heart to Heart. It warms me in… Continue reading Closing the Distance
Today, my girl is the greatest human in the room. And I’m not just saying this room, I’m saying EVERY room. She’s the funniest, the smartest, the kindest, and of course, the most beautiful. That girl of mine shines the brightest. Today, she is the greatest because she believes it so. Tomorrow, this will change.… Continue reading Bullying
Forty years ago, an Irish Catholic woman from Lynn, Mass, took the hands of a Muslim man from Lahore, Pakistan, and swore to be his woman for all her life. And he swore to be her man. This wasn’t a match made in Heaven (Or Jannat). It was an Earthly union of two Wild souls.… Continue reading The Flames that Raised Me
As I sat on my back porch tonight, I felt the winds change. It’s a subtle shift. A soft whisper. The land around me sucked in its last summer breath and released a cool warning that these moments of warmth were coming to an end. While I knew the shift of season was approaching, have… Continue reading Holding on to Summer Magic
The climb has always called me. From the time I could walk, I felt compelled to lift my feet off the ground. In my yard, there lived a great apple tree. Her branches beckoned from the first day that my parents allowed me to toddle out of their arms. By four years old, I was… Continue reading The Climb
I’m a dreamer. Being a dreamer makes it tough to spin my way through the real world. And living in the real world makes it tough to spin my dreams. There’s friction on each end trying to stop the wheel from turning, and I’m always struggling to find a driving force to push through. I… Continue reading The Magic Words
Yesterday was beautiful. The sun was warm, the wind was soft, the temperature comfortable, and the sky a beckoning blue. It was the kind of day you’d kill to spend outdoors with the kids. But there I was, cooped up in my laundry room, trying to catch up after a weekend trip to New York.… Continue reading Sometimes it’s Just Sunshine Through Windows
I’m running away. I’ll squeeze my littles goodbye, give that hubby of mine a big smooch, and say farewell to Mumma-Me. Girls night is coming up, and for one evening I’m not a mom, not a wife. I’m just a girl. Oh ok, I know I’m still a mom and wife. But for this… Continue reading The Girls Who Fill My Cup
His eyes are downcast as he kicks at the dirt on his way toward me from the dugout. His backpack stuffed with baseball gloves, bats, Big League Chew, and Gatorade hangs on his back but it isn’t the only reason for his slumped shoulders. He’s feeling the weight of defeat. The score could’ve been 27-1… Continue reading It’s Not ‘Just’ a Game
It was one of the first phrases she mastered. My little one-year-old. A golden spout of hair spilling out of a tiny elastic and a huge smile denting into her round cheeks. She took whatever was offered with the sweetest squeak, “ten too!” I’ve always been proud that my kids are so well mannered with… Continue reading The Art of “Thank You”