Chocolate Chips and Connecting

As I moved at a snail’s pace at the parent drop off line at the first of three schools for the day, I found myself looking at all the cars and kiddos as they exited.  I wondered what kind of parents were in each of them.  I found myself being very judgy…of myself. The...

That call…

My phone rings and my heart sinks into my stomach as I recognize the number to my son’s school.  I think I mumbled out some form of hello, trying not to sound petrified.  Meanwhile my heart is now pounding through my neck and my brain is thinking of a million possible...