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Year after year, night after night, gallon of milk after gallon of milk, I watched my son eat a heaping bowl of soggy cereal, right before...

Eighteen years ago, my first son was born. I remembered hearing earlier from an ultrasound tech that I was going to be having a baby boy....

It was a monumental experience today, election bonding with my son. His first opportunity to participate was a vital one: tackling the pr...

My recent lumbar puncture procedure sparked a distant memory: I remember years ago being admitted to University Hospital (at University ...

Daily experiences package themselves in a variety of ways. Some may open to traumatic endings, some may carry endless joy, but most seem t...

I never realized how much I would miss going to the beach when I moved a great distance away from it. A day trip to the ocean was often a ...

One day, Kristin questioned, "Mommy, do you love me?" I immediately replied, "Sometimes." Her wide smile shrunk an...

The happenings of life are often likened to the twists and turns of a wild roller coaster, which invite a continual rush of breathtakingly f...

For some reason, my grand ideas seemingly appear out of nowhere, like a partially eaten apple that has been discarded atop an open street-co...