Confession: There’s nothing like looking at old pictures for awakening pain. Today my heart hurts for things that have passed beyond my reach. The Maple Street days, my house clean and organized My three babies—the bright eyes and faces, the velvet skin Cuddles with nieces and nephews far away My sister with hair
Confession: I would rather ask questions than try to offer answers. After I wrote about Regan, I heard from a surprising number of you who said you had sons with similar issues. I welcome the wisdom you shared with me. You also asked me what I knew; what I’d learned about SPD; what worked. I
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*This is for those of you who have heard part of the story, and wonder… and for those of you who have walked this path with us. Thank you!* Once upon a time, there was a boy named Regan. He was a very normal boy… (He ate, he slept, he filled his diapers, he sat
Confession: One of my ambitions is to never say No to an opportunity because I am afraid. I do not live this perfectly, and the doors I remember shutting in fear still haunt me. A week or two ago I got a call asking if I would talk to a Mormon lady from Utah, who’s
Confession: Every day of my life, I benefit from the gifts of others. In the past week, Kelly and I have been blessed with girl-gifts above measure. Two Sundays ago my friend Amy (my business-woman, mother-of-five, immaculate-style friend Amy) turned to me just before Sunday school with a look of illumination on her face. “I’m going
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Confession: I have the coolest, funniest, bravest sister in the world. I talked with her for an hour today, and she had me howling with laughter over her stories of chemo side effects. Later this afternoon, she cut her hair to donate to Wigs for Kids before she loses it. From her I am learning that
4. When one of my children takes a completely free-choice step toward Good. …and a bonus, because this one cannot be left out: 5. When we sing.
Confession: Sometimes I hate what I am doing. Yesterday was one of those days for me. By the kids’ bedtime I was frazzled and ready to snap. Here is one of the holy escapes I have found: I head for the road. I call it a holy escape, though the sins that lead to it
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