mothermade

Home. That word conjures so many emotions. Some feel the warmth of a family quilt, smell homemade baked goods or hear the consoling purr o...

We are in a sea of me’s. Everywhere, people walk about not knowing the scrutiny I subject them to. Anyone could be a relative … a parent, ...

Since the early 1990s, the lyrics and music of the Indigo Girls have mirrored themes in my life. They console me, comfort me and cajole me. ...

“It’s like Papito is on a trip. I miss him.  It’s different when you are traveling, you have the hope of seeing them again.” These ...

At this moment, my father is intubated and riding in an ambulance to Knoxville, Tennessee. This is the man who I highlighted in this tweet....

My parenting could be described as a “fly by the seat of my pants” philosophy. Before I became a parent, I read parenting books and made not...

The sun was shining today as I walked my daughter to school. She asked out of the blue, “Who do I look like? Some say I look more like Daddy...

Yesterday morning at breakfast, I heard this Story Corps taping  (before you continue, you might want to listen).  This dialogue betwee...

Today, at my daughter’s parent-teacher conference, I signed a required form and finished by dating it 11-15-67. My husband said, “Well, you ...