anxiety – Mommyhood

By Allyson Wuerth So many days have I wished for a slower pace—even just one day where I could breathe in and breathe out, a day when I didn’t run out of my house at exactly 6:21 every morning, dart off to Starbucks for my Venti English Breakfast hot tea, and then to school (usuallyContinue reading “More Time for Being”

Stranger Danger?

By Allyson Wuerth I can see it from my bay window, the black water of the pond. Leafless trees. The hawks funneling a dreary sky. I can see them too, my daughter and her friend. They’re just ten years old and ensconced within this late December grey, two colorful blurs almost floating within the fog. Continue reading “Stranger Danger?”