Mothering
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Feb 17 2014
Sometimes I want to cry and freeze time.
I exclaim, “Stop growing! Just for a little while! You’re so perfect just the way you are!” What I really want is not for Rita to remain a toddler forever, but rather I want to remember with every fiber of my being what these amazing years are like.
Mothering
Holding my Baby Through the Long Feverish Night
by Donna Bruschi
on Feb 10 2014
Perhaps the warm thaw of the last several days has you feeling like I do? I feel like there is an itch deep down that just needs to be scratched, the eternal itch for spring. The itch for new life, for many shades of green, the itch to spy a newly emerged crocus and to feel the caress of warm spring sunshine on your cheek!
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Feb 09 2014
One day a hole opened up and through this hole fell Skywoman. As Skywoman fell, she left behind everyone and everything she had ever known. The only remnants of her whole world was a small bundle she clutched tightly to her chest as she fell, spiraling endlessly downward through darkness.
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OMG! Why is there High Fructose Corn Syrup in My Croutons?
by Donna Bruschi
on Jan 28 2014
We stand at a critical time in history;
Humans for the first time ever are both overweight and malnourished at the same time! I just finished reading a book by Michael Pollan, entitled In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto. I thought, “I’m going to start reading another Pollan book and start incessantly dwelling on our family diet!” But, to my surprise, once I delved headfirst into the book, I realized what he was recommending was not drastic at all.
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Dec 15 2013
As we all transitioned from sleepiness to wakefulness, we watched as caribou ran gracefully through their tundra home. Then the documentary took a turn and we were all watching a mighty wolf hungrily chow down on one of the caribou!
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Dec 01 2013
“Do you remember being in my belly?” I asked little Rita Cassidy. She responded with a quick “Yes!” So I ventured further into the mysterious world of prenatal memories and asked “What were you doing while you were in there?” To this she replied “Rita was eating toast!”
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Nov 17 2013
I never could have dreamed that the sound of a “Plop” and a “Tinkle, Tinkle” would be like music to my ears. These, of course, are the sounds that fill our home when my daughter goes in her potty pot.
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Nov 03 2013
As we came to the middle of a bridge over a pond, we were surprised to see that on the other side of the pond were a mama black bear and her small cub. At first, she didn't notice us and went about her business of teaching her cub how to forage for food. Being a safe distance and separated by water, we were in a perfect position to observe this black bear family for a while.
Mothering
by Donna Bruschi
on Oct 25 2013
What are some better titles for what we do? I prefer "professional multi-tasker specializing in damage control" or "personal chef to a person with peculiar eating habits" even "24 hour fresh & local milk provider"
