It wasn’t the thunder that woke me at 2:23am. It was mother’s intuition. As if I’d gotten a full night’s sleep, I was up. Ready, willing and able to take on whatever monsters lay in wait. Read the full story…
“SUCKER!” is what my daughter dubbed me when I explained why I turned-on the light in my three-year-old grandson Brody’s closet before tucking him in for the night while babysitting. Read the full story…
“Oh, she’s so sweet!,” rings the voice of my 9-year-old niece Lainey about her friend Arianna. “She’s really smart, she has a pretty voice, and we like a lot of the same things.” As she ran through the list of attributes her new friend holds, never once did she say, “blind”. Not once! She didn’t need to. It had nothing to do with who her friend is.
As I float above an endless ocean of pillowy clouds en route home from eight days in San Antonio with my Sissy and her Chicks, I can’t help but reflect on the lessons I learned from my 3-year-old niece, Caroline Grace… my sweet “ChaCha”.
Limply waving my white flag at the seasonal flu, I plopped down on the couch and buried myself in blankets. Eyes squinched in a paltry attempt to will my headache away, I sensed someone settle on the arm of the couch just above my head. Glancing upward, I saw the one thing certain to remedy my affliction… Read the full story…
