My daughter and I are out for a walk around the block and her small hand is folded into mine. It is mild for March, and warm when we stand in the sunshine. We linger in these sunny spots on the street, letting the warmth seep into our skin. “Look at those flowers,” I point out to my… [Read More]
Archives for March 2016
dance party.
“Mommy, I want to dance,” my daughter says, and begins to swing her hips back and forth, following the beat of the music playing on the radio. It is nearly 6pm and we are at our local grocer picking up dinner. The store is crowded but my daughter is the only child there, and I silently… [Read More]