This was an idea my mom had, since I was always writing about the same things, and people were probably getting bored. She asked people on Facebook to ask me any question they had for me. My dad and my sister also asked a few questions. I then picked which ones I felt like answering….
Category: Wishes
His Mouth
On some nights, as my daughter watches her pre-bed TV downstairs in our living room with my husband, I opt for putting my son to sleep in our bed, rather than lying with him in the darkness of his. I dim the sconce lights low on either side of our bed, and get some work…
What I Imagine He Sounds Like
Last night I dreamed that my son could speak. The details are fuzzy. But I do remember that it was not some miraculous binary shift; he did not start uttering amazingly long, eloquent phrases, a fact which made the whole thing seem that much more real. But he did tell me what he wanted. And…