A Letter to My 50-Year-Old Self

Dear Me at Age 50, Hi there, it’s me, your 37-year-old self, circa 2016. Right about now, it’s 2029 and you’ve crossed the threshold of 50. If you’re still alive, that is (as you know I’m terribly neurotic and I’m knocking on wood...

Snapshot of a Four-Year-Old

I’ve been writing about my youngest daughter a lot this year. This is perhaps for several reasons, not the least of which is that writing about my nine-year-old feels trickier and trickier by the day. The waters have become murkier when it comes to boundaries,...

Does She Know?

Will this be the last year she believes? I think this over and over, as I did last year, crossing my fingers that we still have one more year. My oldest daughter at age nine is mature in some ways, innocent in others. She is empathetic, responsible, and intuitive and...

Talking to Preschoolers About Death

I knew they would find out sooner or later, so I decided not to waste any time. “Girls,” I called quietly and sat down with them on the kitchen steps. “I have some sad news.” They exchanged glances, almost smiling in that way kids do when they...
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