/ who is my heart /

My son turns 13 today. Today Ralph and I slid into the bed – Nels creeps into the king-size bed every morning once his father is gone, if he doesn’t simply sleep with us altogether – and put our arms around him. He pulled his head up, already...
And we’re having fun / with no money

And we’re having fun / with no money

This morning, a moment after my husband left the bed, I sensed our son climbing in beside me, under our comforter and quilt. He came in close to me and, half asleep, I put my arms around him as I’ve done thousands of times. We held one another close for a while,...
lions & tigers

lions & tigers

My son is a unique vexation to me. He can out-argue anyone. Don’t even try. I am warning you. You think I’m kidding. And of course, this morning he woke up ready to fight. Telling me he wants this and doesn’t want that, because it’s his...
a daughter; a blessing / an ocean; a storm

a daughter; a blessing / an ocean; a storm

I am the mother to a teenager as of today. As of today, I only have one child who’s still a child, still a tween. One child who sleeps in the home, who creeps in my bed. Another who has set her foot on the twisted and dark path, through the forest. As of today,...