I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve never really been a pink girl – even with two girls of my own. But I can tell you it’s a pretty powerful thing to see over 1500 people (girls, naturally – but also boys, men, and even dogs) wearing it and running in it for one…
a monday analogy on a tuesday
I’ve been trying to think of the perfect analogy for the past seven weeks, but I’m still at a loss. Here’s the best way I have to describe it: There’s a certain feeling that I get on the Monday after a weekend spent out of town. The weekend trip was usually fun (and necessary), and…
when there is no peace, there are still words
We were standing on the opposite corner from our house, the girls and I, and they were running towards me on the sidewalk. The older one was winning the race and the younger one was angry and loud about it, stopping in her tracks, arms crossed at her chest, in a petulant display of protest….