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When I first met him, he was wearing overalls and a tattered white shirt and a smile that lit up his whole face.

The other night we thought our little league game might be rained out, but we managed to get a few innings in before the coaches called it a night. The sky was getting really dark when our 8-year-old stepped onto the mound to start pitching.

It was Teachers Appreciation Week this week, and I’m not sure I’ve ever sent more than a note to a teacher before.

I’m carrying grocery bags from the car to the kitchen when I hear our second grader yelling.“Mom! Mom! Can you roll this baseball to me?” Before I can respond, he turns and looks at me. “Oh, forget it,” he says. “Your hands are full.” Then he runs to the door and holds it open. I […]

On nights when my husband is working late, our boys and I often eat slops.

Let’s wrap up National Poetry Month with 7 Quick Takes in rhyme!

Our saucer magnolia tree is blooming! Spring is here, and then it’s not, and then it sort of is. I think we might see some warmer weather this weekend.

On our morning drive to school it was gray and rainy. It looked like a long, wet, gray day without outdoor recess.As our car inched along in the drop-off line, I spotted a little girl—maybe 6 or 7 years old—bounding along the sidewalk. She was stopping every few feet to bend down to the concrete, […]