My Son

When I look at my son: I see myself, in his rambling stories with 15 minutes of backstory, told at a volume that’s just a tad too loud. I see my husband, in his sense of sticking up for people and doing the right thing even if it hurts. I see both of us in the flash of restrained anger […]

Mixtape for my kids

Sometimes I wish it was like the 80s again and when we wanted to say how we felt for someone, we would make a mix-tape of songs to express ourselves.   We put alot of time and thought into making sure those songs said what we couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say ourselves.  I remember sitting with my handheld tape player, recording songs from […]