The Mirror of Love

My son was born healthy and strong. He had the softest brown hair, the smoothest rosy skin, his eyes were open and his button nose was turned up just a tiny bit. His perfect little form was rounded out by wrinkles and dimples. The pain of giving birth to him was so intense that I…Read more The Mirror of Love

A Glimpse to Hold

I caught a glimpse of my daughter the other day while I was walking down a narrow cobblestone street. It is one of those special passages, hundreds of years old, that seem to whisper: I have always been here and will always be here. My daughter was inside an elegantly restored building, by a window, glancing down at…Read more A Glimpse to Hold

Natural Abstracts

My kids and I walked to the nearby pond a few days ago looking for ducks. Actually, the kids hopped, skipped, climbed, ran at full speed and cartwheeled to it, while I walked and occasionally prevented serious injuries as casually as I could. My daughter, so excited to share a few bread crumbs she reserved…Read more Natural Abstracts

Early Light

I was abruptly awakened before dawn by a screaming child. It was my four-year-old daughter, she was wide awake, and apparently, nothing was good about this morning. The high-pitched, repetitive wailing also woke up my other child, a two-year-old boy we still call “the baby”, who added his own piercing voice to the mix. It…Read more Early Light