PALOMA GRACE KUNZ

An angel was brought here to us last week.  A soft pure spirit.  Warm and wet, placed upon my pulsing stomach.  Her peace untouchable. As she is held in our arms here on earth today, her spirit seems still to hover, at times, in another realm. Each day though becoming...

MYSTERIOUS LIFE

The soft snowy afternoon light streams in through the window as I read to my two girls, one under each arm.  We stop reading to watch the baby move, the shape of my belly taking on strange forms, like some alien being inhabiting my body. We laugh as tears fill my...

HOMESCHOOL TREASURES

The decision of educating our children crept up on us.  When our first daughter turned three, were faced with the decision of whether or not to send her to preschool.  This is where our journey into childhood education began, where we found a maze of options for...

MOTHERHOOD, THE FIRST FIVE YEARS

For my daughters’ birthdays this year I made them each a birthday crown.   Made of felted wool and embellished with tiny seed beads, these crowns were stitched of love, a little elbow grease and some tears. As my older daughter neared her fifth birthday, I began...

NEW BLUE NIGHTIES

For Christmas I made two flannel nightgowns for my four year old.  One was for her, and a matching one was for her rag doll, Charlotte.  Brilliant, I thought, when I came up with the idea.  Sofia has had mostly two piece pajamas all her life.   She deserves a...

THE MAY POLE DANCE

May flower crowns in plaited hair, the young girls watched admiringly as the older children danced around the May Pole.  Ribbons of pink, blue and yellow being woven around the pole ever so skillfully as the warm May sun shone overhead, finally warming our shoulders....

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