I get asked the same question often by people who learn of my previous marriage and my current relationship. The question is always the same, solicited with hushed tenderness- would you want to be married again? It's a fair question. The curious parties come from various marital statuses. Some are betrothed, some divorced. Others have … Continue reading The reoccurring question

I have an absurd sense of accomplishment every time Moose is weighed and measured at the doctor. He is 80th percentile in height and my chest swells with pride as if I am the sole reason he is tall. I am not. I am not even a contributing factor as to why he is tall. … Continue reading The Kind one