They are three words that I hear at least weekly. I hear them at the park, at the museum, in the grocery store, at the mall. “Look at her!” Read More
What True Acceptance Looks Like—My Daughter’s Dance Class
“I want to take a class like Connor!” The request began to come in weekly as I dropped Connor off at gymnastics class last year, and Brenna watched all of the young kids head into the gym together to swing on the bars, dance, tumble and play games. Read More
Parents: What I Wish You Would Do
As we enter the playground area, your child immediately points to mine, calling loudly “Mom, look at HER!” You quickly hush him, calling him to you to quietly reprimand him. Read More
Why I Love My Messy Home
It was late when I got home, and I sank onto the couch, kicking off my shoes. As I glanced around the living room and into the adjoining playroom, I realized… Read More
Letting My Daughter React to Stares and Questions
I wanted to insert myself into the conversation happening a few feet away from me, to explain and to defend, but I held back. Read More
When My Daughter Asks, “Do I Look Pretty?”
You smile with glee as you slowly spin and pat the dress that we just wrestled over your head. You point your toes out for another admiring look at your new shoes. “Do I look pretty, Mama?” you ask me, your eyes lighting up. Read More
Why Letting Others Help You is a Gift — for You and for Them
The week that Brenna was born was the week before Christmas, and I had been wrapping up my busiest year for my photography business. With a few days to go before the holiday… Read More