by Leah Perrault | Feb 13, 2020
Photo by Darryl Millette Beauty surprised me last week when I walked out to the car with a small hand in mine last week: “Mommy, the road is sparkling!” Charlize’s awe caught in my throat. Sunlight and snow make the most glorious glitter with no purchase or clean up...
by Leah Perrault | Jan 16, 2020
Photo Credit: Darryl Millette Resistance is an old friend of mine. She knows the arc of my back going up and places a comforting hand on my shoulder to let me know I am not alone. But three times in the same week, I heard familiar words from Deuteronomy: “See, I have...
by Leah Perrault | Nov 8, 2018
After we are small children, it is rare that we are carried. Perhaps for a joke or dare, a photo op at a threshold, or in the case of injury, or in certain situations in old age? My baby is big enough now I rarely carry his full weight unless he is asleep. He lifts...
by Leah Perrault | Aug 26, 2016
Photo Credit: Sandy Normand I’m not ready. The fall is coming hurdling towards me with all the speed of Usain Bolt and I would really rather not, thanks. It happened late last week. I woke up and went outside with the puppy and the air had changed overnight. From...
