As Ula’s vision increases, so does her imagination…and her independence. Where does that leave my identity as her mother? Dad and I are standing in the driveway, having a heated discussion about some management decisions. The start of the season is fast approaching, and with the new farm store and cafe on the horizon, a […]
Brain Science for Eight-Year-Olds
I couldn’t teach my kid to read. So I taught her about neuroplasticity. I prop a special slanted desk on the porch table at the farm as Ula puffs air out of her cheeks in annoyance. It is a beautiful day. She wants to spend it with the chickens. But I am there, armed with […]
I Thought My Children Were Eating Me Alive
…until I realized I was consumed by guilt. Ula is hiding beneath the covers. She is embarrassed. We’ve just come home from yet another eye appointment that stretched out for several hours. It ended abruptly when she accidentally broke an eyeglass display on the doctor’s desk. She didn’t mean to. She was examining […]