Wild child

We’re a mile into the canyon.  Trees hang thick and green over the trail.  Speckles of sunlight dance along the ground.  A bird to our left is releasing a piercing cry, single loud chirps over and over again. We’re standing in →MORE...

Jul 18, 2012
“Look!  Charlotte, look!  Do you see the coyote?” I said excitedly as I scooped her into my arms and took her to the living room window. The coyotes are having a rough year here.  In the autumn through early spring, we →MORE...

    -  I just like to spend so much time with you, Momma.  It will be better to cuddle when the baby is out.    -  Yeah, my belly does get in the way sometimes, huh?  But we can still →MORE...

Maybe the clouds or the stars or the weeds in my yard finally lined up just right.  Or maybe all those times I’ve had to help Charlotte blow dandelion seeds all over the yard finally paid off.  Or maybe someone just →MORE...

Yesterday when I was carrying her on my hip, Charlotte saw something that she wanted six feet off the ground in the pantry.  Ten minutes later, she had it. I have no idea HOW she did it.  There are no step-stools →MORE...