Family Life

The End of Summer

  “The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. ‘Summer is over and gone,’ they sang. ‘Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.’ “The crickets felt it was their duty to warn

To My Son

  I forgot to tell you; I guess it slipped my mind, how my world tipped on its axis and I blinked and looked around with my breath caught and my eyes blurred and my heart opened wide the day I found out you

Panicking about Preschool

  My stomach is in knots, and I’m teetering on the edge of tears when I think about it.  Julie starts preschool tomorrow.  I know it’s illogical.  I know that this will be really, really good for my girl, and I know that I


  I was five months pregnant with my youngest son when my husband died, six or so weeks past the huge exhale that accompanied passing into the second trimester of the pregnancy. My husband and I had been wanting another child for years and