What if- when I'd opened the oven door and fed those flames of Hades more breath, it all went to hell in dinner's bread-basket?
If hate is liar liar, pants on fire, love is the smothering blanket to put it out and let us all get back to the business of living large in favor of each other, not tearing each other apart.
Stories leave us slack jawed, wonder struck, knee deep in awe and weak kneed in love.
The everything days can beat us down, exhaust us, divide us. These are hard. But hard doesn't exclude good.
That brilliant rascal knew, he's his brother's keeper and he would never let him give up or give in or quit face-down in the middle of a mountain alone.
Also known as the longest red light of my parenting career.
On living big & strong, kind & brave all our days.
We may not stroke a check but we can stroke our daughter's cheek and promise, "Not on my watch. Not in this lifetime. Not now, not ever..."
Some days we hide in the pantry with the last ounce of patience and dark chocolate in the house.
We push ahead and always, we begin again.