When the Mama Bear instincts kick in: The first bully.

Instincts to protect our little ones are strong. There are times I have found myself channeling The Matrix with my ability to intervene during typical childhood injury inducing events. For instance, while peeing with a full audience, I was able to leap mid-pee to catch one of my little cubs after an ill-advised leap off … Continue reading When the Mama Bear instincts kick in: The first bully.

A little gardening saved me.

It was a soft Sunday afternoon when my 3 year old was napping and the Wisconsin summer sun seemed extra warm. Not harsh, just warm. There was a breeze that was so perfect. It was the breeze you only ever read about in a book, never really experiencing (or remembering) the perfection of what the … Continue reading A little gardening saved me.