Life With Kids

By Mary Claire Ekstrom There she was. Margaret Ann. Attacking another mother. Right by the banana bread in the main boulevard of the grocery store. I felt the hair on …

By Mary Claire Ekstrom Needed: One repeater Nerf Gun for each player (Lots of Nerf bullets) One black ball and a white ball for all but one player Hat (held …

By Mary Claire Ekstrom I swam deeper and deeper, dodging my brother’s flailing hands. Headed to safe water. The deep end. He’d never catch me. I bounced upward, kicking off …

By Mary Claire Ekstrom One day, not long after my fourth birthday, my dad told my two brothers and me that we were going to visit our family ranch. A …

By Mary Claire Ekstrom Pierce’s eyes bored into me as he relayed his most tragic childhood memory. Again. Six years older than me, I assumed he was wise, but mainly …

By Mary Claire Ekstrom “Aunt Mickey, look!” Six-year-old Barrett screamed, as he clung to the front of the grocery cart, pointing at the refrigerated section of the warehouse grocery store. …