Baby’s first Easter

I was thinking this past weekend about what Easter means to me and to our little family. I remembered my childhood Easters. They always involved going to church, sometimes as early as dawn, and eating a hearty meal, often with extended family. One...

The thing about worry

Not wanting to stink up the space with what's mostly on my mind, I didn't blog much last week. But because this is an exercise in honesty, I've decided to put it out there. I'm afraid - you could say worried - about admitting that I am worried.