His Mom

One of my first prayers, when news breaks of a mass shooting, is for the family of the alleged shooter. It is grievously hard to lose a loved one, beyond horrible to lose a loved one to violence, but to be the mom of the one who caused the terror—there are no words....

Best and Worst

Parenting is the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. It’s also the least rewarding, the most joyful and the most miserable. I suspect I’m not alone in this assessment. As the mother of young adults, I can look back and discern what made the difference...

How Do You Know?

“How do you know you love me?” Unblinking brown eyes framed with long lashes stared up at me. “Mommy, how do you know?” My children are grown and perhaps the question today would be: How do they know I love them? Consider how your adult...

Remember

Remember A word that invokes passion. Remember 911. Remember injustice. And the panic of I don’t remember. It is a word that invokes poignancy. Remember high school. Remember your first car. Sometimes we need to work at remembering. Elie Wiesel, a Holocaust...

The Strongest Woman

Today, Tuesday, May 28th, is my personal Memorial Day for the strongest woman I’ve ever known, a warrior who never wore a uniform or served in our military. Yet, she entered battle, met each challenge with great honor, and left a priceless legacy. Fifteen years...