This Mom’s Wish

Dear Kids, This is all I want for Mother's Day (and beyond): That you realize half-eaten tuna sandwiches don't belong in the far corner of your closet buried under three tons of toys. You learn to fight less and love more. Hands are not for hurting but for helping -- also for helping Mom by picking up all …

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Beautiful Child

Gasping your first breath on a cold fall day, your hazel eyes greeted my blue. A strand of my hair locked tight in your grasp, I let my heart bleed into yours. We ran together through the scarlet leaves, our dance tinged with memories of gold. You showed me the starry night, the seashell warmed by the sun, the bumpy …

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Go On, Open It

When I feel the darkness closing in, it's hard to breathe; the crushing pain and tears threatening to break me into tiny little pieces. Yet this rawness, this fear inexplicably opens me up, exposing my heart. I start to reach out again. I grab onto the positive, the light and hold it close. With patience and tenderness, I …

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The Hardest Lesson

I noticed the tremble in her lips, the slight crease in her brow. The way her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the ground, fear etched across her face. Rumbling buses. Big kids. A sea of backpacks. She walked toward the group out front, hesitated, and turned to look back at me.  Her older …

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Ode to My Old Man

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways  I love your shaggy hair, the gentle glimmer in your eyes I love that your mom tried to dress you just like Prince, only pint-size. I love how your dimpled cheeks frame the innocence of your smile, I love that you once thought Boss Hogg …

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The Breakthrough

whump-whump-whump-whump The helicopter overhead was distant--the propeller's thumps a low murmur seeping into my mind, stirring up dread, thick and suffocating. I stood inside my grandmother's old house and gazed at the peeling yellowed paint on the walls and the layers upon layers of dusty photographs covering every inch. In one black and white photo, a young pig-tailed girl's face beamed, sitting on her father's knee, her face forever frozen …

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Don’t Eat the Dandelions

This is what greeted me last weekend. My kids picked me some flowers, and both of them made me the sweetest homemade cards.  They told me they were too excited to wait. And who am I to complain? I've always thought Mother's Day should be more of a week-long event. Besides, every mom out there knows …

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What a Woman Really Wants

The snowflakes drifted down in slow spirals, landing on my cheeks like bits of delicate lace. Through the frosty glass panes in the front door, I saw him standing inside the foyer  waiting for me. I drew in a sharp breath. A bolt of searing hot electricity flashed down my spine, sending tingles to the darkened corners of my heart. Despite the cold, …

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Mom for Hire

OBJECTIVE            To prove that when you notice the huge 10 year gap on my résumé, snicker and ask, "What were you doing all that time?!" I wasn't merely sitting around twiddling my thumbs and eating bon bons.  (Although some days I did take a few breaks and did just that.) WORK EXPERIENCE           2000-2002              Fertility Specialist Managed  and …

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Always Remember This Thing Called Love

The night before my son's recent ninth birthday, he sat down on the couch next to me, heaved a sigh and said, "Tomorrow, I become a man." I wiped away a tear, giving him a brief hug before he squirmed away in horror and ran off. He was right--he was becoming a young man right before my …

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