This month’s stack of stories felt wrapped in empathy—perhaps it’s the season, or perhaps it’s the way parenting keeps pulling us deeper into lessons of emotion, regulation, and grace. Our now four-year-old has stepped firmly out of the “trying threes,” and oh boy. Although he is wildly creative, wonderfully unique, and delightfully spirited, we’re still navigating the rough waters of emotional regulation. I, too, am learning—still practicing self-regulation, still surrenderi

If I’m being honest, I am struggling to write these posts. And I don’t want to give up either. Don’t get me wrong, our family is reading an average of 6 books a day. I’ve just kept a massive pile of all the ones we love and want to share! (Sorry library...) So here it is. No deep insight. No seasonal books. No theme or connection. Just books… from October. Just books. Good books. To fill the days and the darker evening sunsets. To capture these quiet childhood moments. And to

A birthday poem for my son

I’m a picture book author, continuously reading children’s books, but never finding the time to take in books for myself. If I believe...

There is something about the September morning air that brings on a feeling of new, a refresh, a beginning. (Please someone tell me the...

My husband and I checked in to the all white, grand meets quaint, bed & breakfast. We thought we’d be going out on the town for dressed...

Summer is almost over. And although we had hit a scorching hot week while we were away camping, I still get times where I think about how...

I sometimes maybe take out a few too many library books… By the time Arlo and I make our way back home, my fabric tote bag is tearing at...