conversations Conversations at Home We have “conversation starter” cards on our dinner table and every night we draw a card or two and go around the table and answer the question presented. Topics range from “if you could change one thing about your school, what would it be?” and “how do you think your
conversations That Conversation Again I never go into Chicago during the week, but found it necessary on Friday. I needed to visit some hotels as part of planning a work event. It was bitterly cold, and I knew the city, true to form, would bring an unforgiving wind. I planned the trip to avoid
conversations Damage Control We can be in constant damage control mode. Or we can get in a healthier lane and run. -Jen Hatmaker I was walking to Quentin’s classroom at day care to pick him up. His former teacher from last year poked her head out of her classroom and stopped me,
conversations Beauty On my bed is a pillow that says “Always Kiss Me Good Night, Always Kiss Me Good Morning.” If it is not my night to tuck in the kids, I lie in bed. Eventually, they come out of their room, usually one at a time, for “last hug and kiss.
conversations What Hurts “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway I thought maybe I could spent these first few months focusing very little on my pregnancy; at least until I am further along and have a clearer picture of what is in store for us. Other than the constant nausea, it
conversations Something Scary We wrestled with when to tell the kids that we are expecting a baby. I wanted to protect them; to not have them be afraid. To not have them in tune with my own fear. I looked far into the future and worried that someday they would be irrationally afraid
conversations Conversation Regret I regret every time that someone asks me “How many children do you have?” And I respond “I have two children” because I am not brave enough to explain that I have four children, only two living. The other day, Theo was at our bus stop. A parent appeared who
conversations Death is Like This... There is a woman who works at Trader Joe’s and is completely bald. I am sure that she endures a lot of stares and wonders: does she have cancer? Today, she wore a pink Trader Joe’s shirt, with a pink scarf around her neck and October begins breast
