The Greediest Mother

I am the greediest mother. I have written about the hand-wringing and soul-crushing that comes with being Owen’s mother. I have told the tales of heart-soaring  and hope-reviving moments, too. At the beginning, we weren’t allowed to stretch our dreams too far. We had arms and legs moving. Eventually, he was breathing on his own. [ Read More ]

Great Expectations

“Daddy, I want a baseball bat shirt, ” Owen tells Scott, as he is getting ready for bed. “You have a Yankee shirt, buddy. You wore it today, ” Scott replies, helping Owen tug on the pants to his Batman pajamas. “No, a bat shirt,” Owen persists. I hear them from the other room and call [ Read More ]