I am trotting out this post again after pulling it shortly after posting it late last summer/early fall. It’s gross. But I like it. I called it “Mercy” because mothering = mercy-on-demand.

“Mama! Mama! I gots da di-rah-REEEEE-rah! I gots da di-rah-REEEEE-rah!”

Ryley shouted words you never want to hear strung together. He […]

Happy Birthday to my eldest son, Ryley, born on a cold clear January morning.

I had been in labor all night in a nearly-empty maternity ward. When we arrived at the hospital I was their only patient and got my pick of the twelve rooms. All the other heavily-pregnant ladies in Grand Junction were […]