Dear S & B,
I wrote a little note for J every month. I told him all that he was up to at the time–his likes, dislikes, how he’d grown. 1,229 more words
Today, my baby girl is five months old.
Parenthood is full of paradoxes, no doubt, but on the occasion of this tiny birthday, I’m fixated on one in particular: how we choose to raise our young is such an intensely personal thing, and yet so many of those choices must be acted out in full view of others. 2,369 more words
This happened to a personal friend of mine today, Candace Setosta at Gulf Islands Water Park. I have copied her exact words about the incident below. 770 more words