Tiny bubbles

They were tiny, in the beginning, as children are. Tiny and innocent and selfish and sharing all in one. They corrected each other’s grammar, helped each other up the climbing wall in the gym, listened patiently and without judgment as yet another fellow tot rambled on about bugs, or space travel or endangered species. They…

Pros and Cons of the Man-to-Man Defense

Hi, Friends–Jenny Schoberl, blogger extraordinaire at Holdin’ Holden, was kind enough to feature me as a guest blogger this week. I’ve put the beginning of the post below with a link to her site so you can finish reading this short snippet, which hopefully will make you smile or chuckle. Check out some of Jenny’s posts also,…

Bookish and Bonkers

I know a boy. He’s sensitive and funny, unpredictable and cantankerous. He’s my boy. His own boy, really, but I’ve been lucky enough to be lent him in this lifetime. I love him. And I also wring my hands. And then I smile. Let’s call him Bookish. When most of us have a raging headache, we crawl…