Four years ago the ultrasound technician smiled broadly and announced the swirling baby within me was a girl. I remember two feelings in that moment: the wet gel circulating on my belly and the deafening silence of Chris. Both of us had reserved ourselves with the knowing we would produce only boys. We had nothing…
Can you hear it? The quick notes pick up speed like a rooster in a fight with the rain. His frustration is building – doot, doot, doootdoootdooot! and his cries towards the dark clouds that are keeping the sun from rising persist – ddddooot-doot-doot-DOOT!
There was this window. It was elaborate with lead lines arching throughout the clear glass. A few of the small pains had broken and an expert was needed to repair. This was just one small detail throughout a restoration of an otherwise disaster house. Yet, the passion the leader had to restore the house was…
“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” -Fred Rogers of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Growing up is not easy. I remember adults saying, “Oh, don’t wish you were older than you are, childhood is…
It’s interesting to me how the distractions of life can tear us away from our passions. A few years ago my mom started to fizzle and wane from what she was always known for, a joyful teacher of music. It concerned me that she had lost something that she wouldn’t know how to regain, and…