
On MLK, Birth, and Hate
When you are flying solo on parenting a three day weekend isn't much of a treat. However, through all of the yelling and wrestling and mess I am trying to remember what a privilege it is for me to be able to stay home with these little munchkins - to be here for and with them. Not everyone is afforded that gift: not my husband, many thousands of miles away, for instance. As I break up the 100th fight today, I try to hold on to this feeling of gratitude - and my mind flits to