Category: Features

Enduring the Toddler Iditarod

Sometimes I look at my son and think, when will you ever grow older? The question — a wish, a desperate plea inside my mind — comes at the end of the day, when my patience has been spent, when his toddler self will accept nothing, and he’ll flail angrily...

An Ode to My Oldest Child

I remember my mother telling my 6-year-old self that she loved my sister and me “the same amount, but differently.” I’m just now beginning to comprehend the bittersweet truth in those words as I watch each child grow, like many types of flowers in the same garden, each requiring different...