The Mom of a Bench-Warmer

As I pulled up to the curb next to the soccer fields, I scanned the red shirted kids for my boy. Even when he’s a half mile away, I can pick him out of the crowd. But this time, I couldn’t find him. I recognized his team mates, running in tandem around the...

A Bottle, A Siren, and My Red Face

A baby bottle, that is.  When we dropped our baby girl off at the church nursery one Sunday morning, I realized that our diaper bag was missing its bottle. So I ran to a nearby store, and then hurried back to church. Apparently, Officer Friendly thought I was hurrying...

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