Pushing to the Limit

One morning, the school drop off line was moving quickly. Izzy had his backpack on ready to hop out, except he turned to me and tears were streaming down his face. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “I don’t want to go.” “Why?” He didn’t say anything, and it was time […]

I am Girl!

“Momma, I’m a girl.” Izzy announced boisterously around three years old. The first time I heard those words I sadly dismissed him. “But God made you a boy. You have a penis. Girls have a vagina. That makes you a boy,” my sheltered, Southern Baptist rearing prompted me […]