The Wink

Paging Time

It doesn’t matter whether I am reading to them, they are reading to me or we are just together near books—times stands still and my heart swells. Today a piece of my heart stayed in a quiet aisle in Lake Placid. Thank you, always, to books.

Anatomy of an Unplanned Memory

As the girls move beyond the toddler years and finding something to do that all three can agree to becomes more challenging, I find that I say, “It’ll make a great memory,” less and less. It isn’t that I don’t want that to be the case, it’s more that by setting that expectation I put [...]

Laboring Love

Labor of love is kind of a tired phrase, isn’t it? I’m guilty of doing that thing where you use incredibly descriptive words to assign more importance and depth to a thing, sometimes more for my own benefit than for those that I am talking to. Maybe I put the girls off to finish drafting [...]

Parent-Built

Slowly but surely I am accepting that I cannot be the architect of my girls’ childhood—I can participate, do what I can to guide them, but they’ll draw their own conclusions, find their own joy and build their own memories. What I can do is give them an incredible backdrop and template for believing in [...]

Staring it down

“Do one thing every day that scares you.” Eleanor Roosevelt Last weekend we took a family hike. It was absolutely gorgeous and required just enough of me physically and mentally that I found myself completely engrossed in the task at hand. We trekked through terrain that alternated between rocky, muddy and icy until we hit the summit of [...]