Mothering’s Hidden Masterpiece

Mothering’s Hidden Masterpiece

In the car on the way to her music lesson, my fourteen-year-old daughter is surly, withdrawn, and irritable. When she is like this, I am careful not to fill the space with anxious chatter, and so these car rides are often silent. On a recent such drive, I searched out...
When Our Child is Suffering

When Our Child is Suffering

There were a few days last fall when both of my children were away on overnight school trips. The first childless evening, I found myself disturbingly… happy. Happy, calm, relaxed. What was wrong with me? Wasn’t I supposed to feel lonely? Unsettled by the...