Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself
Something bad is happening in the world of mothering. Actually, it’s been happening for quite a while. Many writers in the blogosphere have addressed it. I have touched on it before. But, last night, while reading a children’s book to my son, I had a revelation about this disturbing phenomenon – this constant judging and guilt-mongering among […]
“Is she the lady who wrote this book?” Elliot asked, pointing to the inside flap of the book that came in the mail today. “No, that’s Dolly Parton,” I answered. “Who’s Dolly Parton?” was the next question, to which I replied, “She is a lady who started a program, so lots of kids like you […]
As you read this, I am on a cruise with my husband, brother and sister-in-law. My Elliot as well as my niece and nephew are with my parents, “Mimi” and “Andy Pap.” Prior to this, the longest I’ve been away from Elliot is four days. I thought that was tough! I can’t imagine six nights […]