Scars Old and New

In a moment of pure exasperation and frustration yesterday, I texted Scott “I have had it with Parker.  This is not the kid who’s supposed to be bringing me to tears on a daily basis.”  But she is.  She has been so difficult lately – talking back to the point of nonsense at times “Well [ Read More ]

I Don’t Know My Son.

I have a secret to share.  I don’t really know Owen.  Not very well, at least. He is my son.  He is mine, and my heart knows him – I could recognize his cry from across a football field full of screaming fans (and tell you if it is his hurt cry, his mad cry, [ Read More ]