Wintersault

My son, five years old, three feet tall, was skiing alongside me. A friend of mine, and his daughter were just behind us, skiing down the snowy tree-lined trail. "Hi-ya! Ha ha BANANA!" my son cried out joyfully. (He adds the word 'banana' to everything these days.) The trail was steeper than usual for the …

My One Little Word #OLW for 2019

It was way past bedtime and my daughter, nine years old, could not sleep. She could not stop thinking and talking about something that had happened in school. A student in her grade level had been picked on by other kids, and my daughter admitted to me that she had laughed along with the joking--and …