Linking up with Amanda at Habit of Being – November prompt-a-day 29 November’s prompt My eldest child is a maker. An idea possesses her, and with a single-mindedness I can only admire, she decides what she is going to create, and she
One of the most astonishing things about become a mother for the first time was the feeling that I would never again be a unitary being. Holding my baby in my arms, looking into the tar-black pools of her eyes,
I like to run, but it doesn’t come easily to me. I’ve always said, “I’m not a runner.” When I was in high school I was always the last person to finish the obligatory weekly “fun run.” (What sick P.E.
The first weeks with a new baby, especially your first, can be a mind-blowing experience. There seems to be so much to do for the little one, and the mix of emotions is potent. One minute you might feel elated
Nine years ago I gave birth to my eldest child in the local hospital. Twelve beds lined the walls of a rectangular room, our babies in plastic boxes at the bed side. There were curtains that could be pulled between