Russian Eyes
We were standing in a pizza shop in the middle of Red Square, the heart of Moscow beating steadily outside the dirty windows. I nibbled at the crust, politely smiling every time Sergei, our translator and guide, looked at me, his eyes filled with hopeful anticipation that this visit to a very...
The Gift of Story
Merry Christmas! I am still on a bit of a blogging hiatus. I've been writing quite a bit, but for reasons I cannot explain, I haven't been able to string together a decent post here...on my own site. *sigh* Truthfully, I miss blogging. I miss the days of yore when I could sit down and punch out...
Making Space
There is a lot of noise in my house. A lot of noise. I do not have quiet children. I have the loud, gregarious type of children who enjoy being seen and heard, some of them more than others. And the more the noise ramps up, the more this mama feels like she is losing it. It's not just their...
On Family, Accidents, and Doing Things Right
It was an accident. Accidents are never intentional, and he certainly didn't intend for this to happen. But it did, and it scared him. It scared all of us. The sound of her head reverberated off the concrete floor with a sickening thud, and everyone near cringed and gasped, because that's a...
