She gathers the colors she wants.  Sometimes a rainbow has only one color in different shades.  Sometimes it has every color she can find.  She picks paper - usually construction paper, but junk mail envelopes and pages from her journal and →MORE...

Evelyn’s first taste of food was a mulberry, plump and dark on my parents’ tree.  Two weeks later, I found a ripe boysenberry perched in the middle of our bramble.  I tiptoed through the patch and plucked it and squished it →MORE...

To understand what happened to me this week, you need a little bit of background information and that little bit is this: I like the bathroom quiet. Charlotte learned this much very early in life.  She is free to be as →MORE...

The cloud of sickness that has been hanging over our home started abruptly a few weeks ago.  Charlotte spent the morning playing at a park and gathering maple seeds with me and even though it was barely noon, she wanted to →MORE...