“It’s three months, and we’re all undone.  I don’t know why it’s hitting us like this now, here.”  I feel it, too; tears leaking, heart paining.  “The one,” she nearly

I sigh, overwhelmed with exhaustion, sidelined by fatigue and bone-deep weariness.  But he’s expecting me.  I’m invited, so I go. We jump together.  “You stay over there,” I tell him.

Like a bolt of lightning flung from the heavens, he dropped it in my lap. “I’d like a sister,” he said, peering meaningfully at me. I think I croaked. I

If there were an encyclopedic set entitled “Great Mysteries of Modern Life,” this one would fill an entire volume of its own. It ranks right up there with “Where Do

Electro Boy (a.k.a. Mr. Middle School or Boy Three) is up(stairs), down(stairs), in and out, likely jumping on the beloved Circle of Fun with his baby brother, Little Schrock.  Yesterday,

That was the status that went up on Facebook on Tuesday last.  Fifteen phriends ‘liked’ it.  One alert Iowa girl, herself a mother of boys, pointed out that there were

This little song is my fail safe.  My safety chute.  It’s my Plan B and the trick I use when the natives really are getting restless. We learned it when