Our children may save us from ourselves. And save others from us. Children aren’t born selfish. They are born self-centered, but with love and attention and the meeting of their needs, they grow and they share and they care. And then they learn from adults the finite nature of everything, and only then do they… Continue reading Our own children are watching

So much love. So many memories. So many broken hearts. So many familiar faces, older now, yet still babies to me. I remember them as babies, as little children, and forever in my heart and in my mind, little children they will remain. Sweet little Andrew, a wide-eyed boy in a red and black Elmer… Continue reading Heartbroken

Not so long ago, and yet a lifetime ago, my son and his best friend served as sentries to our neighboring homes. Dressed in camouflage, with their painted faces, makeshift army boots and helmets, and carrying their rifles, the boys would patrol the sidewalk, sometimes together and sometimes individually. And it was serious business. And… Continue reading The Neighborhood Sentries

In our house, animals make up more than half of the occupants. In fact, for every one of us, there are at least two of them. And I am not an animal person. I’m alone in this house in that regard. Everyone else LOVES animals. You might be thinking we are overrun with cuddly little… Continue reading Just a dead mouse

Sometimes in a weekend full of stories, one stands out above the rest and shares a truth greater than itself. When families congregate, history is often relived, revived and rehashed. Memories are brought to the surface, and their significance questioned. Childhood experiences are viewed from different angles, re-interpreted and made new again. Parents long gone… Continue reading A Greater Truth