A Little More: Looking back, saying goodbye

It was a little more than a year ago that I received an email in my in-box from a woman named Kristin. She'd read one of my stories (I think it was ...

A Little More: What not to say

Nearly 5 years ago, I found myself at a wedding in a city far from my home, away from my 3-month-old twins who'd been born prematurely, and had recen...

A Little More: Olympics, Special and otherwise

My middle son Avery is sitting too close to the television, which is an old fight and not one I'm particularly interested in revisiting at the momen...

A Little More: Surprises of the green kind

A remarkable thing happened, here in our little valley where nothing much seems to be going on most days, where the grasses have g...

A Little More: Heart moms

This was just after the twins were born and we'd gotten home from the NICU: the phone rang and my husband Tom took the call. A few minutes later, he...

A Little More: Different and the same

I have a memory from when the twins were about 2-years-old--I was past the intense worry of any relapse that would send us back to the NICU, and I'd...

A Little More: Saying grace

Here's one thing you might not know about my son Avery: before each meal, he insists that we all say grace. In our family, that means we join hands...

A Little More: To ask, or not to ask

The man at the library, walking with 2 canes, drags his thin, weak legs behind him up to the water fountain, and one of my boys asks, "What's wrong ...

A Little More: Red, white and blue

"You look like a flag," my husband Tom tells me and I smile, because I know what he means. We go through this every summer in the days leading up to ...

A Little More: Pinwheels

I usually work in the mornings when the house is quiet, before the rush and hum of our lives takes over the day, like so many parents everywhere--tr...

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