Dear Andrew
I’m sitting in my youngest daughter’s room willing her to sleep. For some reason my girls don’t want to…
We are loved but we don’t feel loved all of the time. We feel abandoned when we most need reassurance. We have faith that things will work out, and they do, but not how you envisioned. Life curves this way, jags that way, and does a few loop-de-loops.
Tonight, Georgia was helping me give Violet a bath…
“Someday G, you and Violet will…
Oh, boy. I knew this day would come, I really did. All siblings have this moment and it’s totally…
Last night I was writing my book and thought, “Hey! I wonder if any of Andrew’s friends are on Facebook!”…
Just a short blog.
This title is a bit misleading. This isn’t a blog about rainbows, or even The Muppets. This is a blog about how…
Violet smiled the other day and I saw my brother, Andrew, in her smile. Also, like him, she has a wicked sense of humor.
Look at the picture above. What do you see? Do you see a mess? A work of art? Or a tool used to create?