April Moments

Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself


Discovering what ‘my best’ means

Every year I have to force myself to refrain from playing Christmas music until the first of November. I love, love, love Christmas music. It is fun and cheesy and familiar, and something about it feels like home. Because I love it so much, I have many Christmas music CDs. I’ve ripped all the music […]

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A 6-year-old sentence

A couple months ago, my husband Mike and I had a meeting with Elliot’s kindergarten teacher. One of the things she told us during our time together is that writing is definitely not Elliot’s favorite activity. “He’s not like you,” she said to me. “He doesn’t like writing.” She added that it takes Elliot a […]

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Compassion practice

A few years ago, while I was driving away from my parents’ house, I noticed an ambulance pulling away from a nearby home. In the doorway of that house stood a little boy, hands pressed against the glass, staring at the ambulance that was transporting someone he loved. I couldn’t make out his expression – […]

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