My daughter was expelled from Mother’s Morning Out. When she was two. “I cannot believe that Sandy King’s daughter bites.” Talk about a slap in my perfect parent facade. I was an older mom (at 38) and supposedly wiser. But I was raising a biter. It all started at a Gymboree open house. Abby and […]
when you think you’re just josiah
We’re at Steak ‘n Shake. “Takhomasak,” gleams the neon sign over the counter. It was years before I “got” it. I’d frown. “Tahk’-oh-mah’-sak.” I’d say it slow. I’d say it fast. It sounded Japanese. “Car, table, counter, or takhomasak?” Ooooh. “Take home a sack.” Duh! I’d stressed the wrong spots. Dennis and I spoon chocolate […]
be still to be–be loved
be still, hidden in the pocket of this present moment and know the love that calms all chaos. be still for the beauty of the be is that you know that you are known and loved just as you are. be loved still. In the stillness, Sandy Linking with Bonnie as we explore the question: […]
