Witnessing God in a Bloody Face

When your three-year-old daughter walks into your room at 2:30 in the morning covered in blood, it’s pretty much enough to freak you out. Baby Zoe (I know she hardly qualifies as a baby at three, but that’s what she is, and always will be, to me) is my quiet, serene child. Anyone who has [Read More...]

The Power of Poo

The first step in my journey to recovery is to admit I am powerless over my daughter’s bowel movements. Zoe is coming up on three years old, which means, among other things, that she is discovering creative ways (infuriating for her parents) to assert her power an autonomy. There are the theatrical moment where she [Read More...]


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