How kids see color

How kids see color

My first son was born in South Africa. My homeland. My motherland. The place where my heart is buried deep beneath a jacaranda tree heavy with purple petals. Such a tree waits at the top of my parents’ drive to welcome guests. I would take you there if I could....
Don’t hate me because my mother-in-law rocks!

Don’t hate me because my mother-in-law rocks!

Laying to rest the ghosts of all bad mothers-in-law, mine is one part knight-in-shining-armor, one part Betty Croker, and one part Mary Poppins. She makes housework fun and spoons sugar into all her interactions with us. Short, joyous, and faithful she arrives at the...