He Wanted a Scar of His Own

When Cole turned 10, we gave him a red, Swiss Army pocket knife, which he carried with him everywhere. If we needed a piece of twine cut or a bottle opened, he was our man. (Emphasis on man.) The knife was a rite of passage; a symbol that we trusted him. And it was a...

Two Brothers Playing Hockey

by: Michelle Loveless”You’ve gotta see this, Honey,” my husband motions me to the window. Standing at the window, gazing into the sky is Henrik, our two year old son. “What are you doing?”I ask our little guy, curiously.” I’m...

The Crime of Birthdays

Thanks to Beyond Bathtime Blog, for publishing my story:“Mom, I need you to pray for me.” The serious look on Older’s face caused me to lean in with concern.“OK,” I said. “What is it?” Older took a deep breath and said, “Well, tomorrow is Younger’s birthday, and on my...

The Day Older Bought Younger a Pop

Thanks to Beyond Bath Time for publishing the following story: In the car, Younger grumbled about several things in a row. So, as I often do, I asked him to name ten things he was thankful for. He mentioned Older in at least half of his thanksgivings. “I’m thankful...

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