Author Archives: Michele

Happiness is seldom found where you think. With a look, I knew he was moments from disaster. Sandwiched between a group of rambunctious teenagers and a snaking line of strangers, my 6-year-old boy squatted on the cement and thrust two … Continue reading →

I read this today, and it made me hungry for more. I have no additional words; the text speaks clearly enough for itself. All I can say is I hope the faith I bank my life on and portray here … Continue reading →

I lost it with my son today. Not the little one. One of the big ones. One with whom I’ve worked so very hard to be understanding and patient. One who’s lived long enough to master the art of pushing … Continue reading →

I’ve never thought of myself as the cheerleader type. Itty-bitty skirts and pom-poms? Um, like, no thanks. After Sunday, however, I might reconsider. I stood at mile marker 9, as runner after runner passed me by. The half-marathon had started … Continue reading →

I’ve never been good at goodbyes. I blubber and cry. We’re talking tears, hives and uncommon amounts of dripping. Or I avoid it altogether. You know, the turtle and the shell variety. Ugly either way you look at it. The … Continue reading →

“How many children do you have?” It’s one of the first questions I’m asked, whether speaking at a conference or paying for groceries. It’s an expected question, a natural one. But I never know how to answer it. I have … Continue reading →

We sat at a restaurant table, eating burgers and fries. Rather, he ate. I picked.   “It’s nothing personal.” He talked casually, not knowing how much his words seared me. “It has nothing to do with your performance. You’re great. … Continue reading →

I originally scheduled another post for today. But it seemed trite, in light of suffering. Yesterday morning, soon after I snagged my first cup of coffee and before the sun had filled the sky, I read the following. Later in … Continue reading →

Earlier this year, on a particularly frustrating day, I wrote a letter “To the Mom Who Can’t Keep Up.” I felt exhausted, overwhelmed. No matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t seem to stay on top of all the to-do’s. … Continue reading →

When I first held my newborn child, I never dreamed being a mother might one day break my heart. I only pictured play dates at the park, books read by the bedtime nightlight, and chubby little hands holding my own. … Continue reading →