For a good portion of my life, we’ve spent Thanksgiving weekend traveling to south Georgia to be with my grandparents and to visit with my dad’s side of the family. One year, when E was just a toddler, we spent Thanksgiving with M’s family instead of going to the farm because we knew it would…
Tag: grief
the sparkle run
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…
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….