Holding on to What We’ve Got
One of my mother’s favorite questions to occasionally ask me is, “What is your oldest memory?”
One of my mother’s favorite questions to occasionally ask me is, “What is your oldest memory?”
Sometimes parents just dig themselves in a hole from where they cannot escape. This is a story about that.
In the past month, for the first time in at least two years, I have spiraled out twice.
How could I help a family that desperately needed a helping hand?
I’ve heard that it takes 10,000 hours of deliberate practice before a person becomes an expert at something.
The next several years will provide many wonderful memories, but will also fly by in the blink of an eye.
It’s time to say goodbye to the bird. If she made you happy because she is pretty, we should thank her.
There are many more things that as a modern parent, I’m much more concerned about explaining to my children