I was standing in front of a small group of youthful ears answering questions about how and why I chose to write. I said, "I didn't choose to write, it's something I just have to do." The teacher smiled and asked if there were any techniques I could share with her students or words of …
The Joy of a Sleepy Child
I rock my son in my arms as if we were listening to a sweet melody. His cries bounce of the wall begging for me not to coax him into sleeping. He loathes napping and bedtime as if I were kicking his favorite little puppy. He whines, pleading that I stop trying to make him …