I’m fading fast. So I leave the computer and head upstairs to my twin girls’ bedroom. I turn the door quietly and return a lost doll to her cradle. As I pull Ali’s covers over her, I notice the moonlight, liquid blue, rolling in waves across her hands. I flick the blind slats and peer...
Maybe families everywhere could benefit from slowing down and rushing less.
When I was young my Dad would sing this little tune - usually to the background of six kids banging utensils, crashing toys, yelling and chasing each other round the house while one of us wheeled through the kitchen on roller skates: "I talk to the treeeees.... but they don't listen to me."
Author and mother of five Catherine Arveseth reviews her favorite children's books from 2012.
Lately I’ve been feeling the need to go gently, speak gently, do more things gently, as a mother. Our responses determine the climate of a relationship, of a home.
I've realized that sometimes I say no without even thinking I could say yes. So the past few months, I’ve been trying say yes more – even though Children + Yes = More Mess.
My life is crazy. And if I think too much about how crazy it is I might actually go crazy. But I don’t. (Think about how crazy and hard it is.) Most of the time. I just do. And do some more.
It’s true. I’ve been watching you. Not in the creepy, lock-your-doors kind of way. But in the unspoken, wonder-and-admire kind of way.
Have you ever felt homeless? Been in between homes? Moved in with your parents…or in-laws? Lived far away from the place you call home? Or what about actually owning a home? I’ve been mulling this thought over a lot lately: What makes a home? We are currently “homeless” – living with my parents while we...