Time Change

  I glanced at the clock as the light came streaming into the bedroom windows this morning. It said 6:15, in direct contrast to the black-as-pitch view that the same time has offered the last few weeks. Time change. Fall back. It’s that time of year, when the...

Ponder

I have had two babies. The first was induced, so I didn’t feel those first tell-tale signs of labor that send everyone into a panic and find you fleeing at breakneck speeds for the hospital. The second, however, was a different story. The day Emmie was born, I...