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A little boy’s tears

I watch a family play soccer at a nearby park. On the surface, it’s a beautiful sight. Mother, father, and sons kick a black and white ball around. The boys laugh. The parents do some fancy foot work, evoking more laughter. I smile. From my vantage point, I occasionally hear snippets of conversation. “Great kick honey.” “I got you this time.” “Here dad, the ball is yours!” Then at one point, the youngest son dives to pick up the ball…

  • October 4, 2016
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

The last drop from my breast

Today marks the end of World Breastfeeding Week 2016. In 2014, when my son was 2 and-a-half, we participated in a special photo shoot to honor World Breastfeeding Week. I remember that afternoon so well, I remember the joy in celebrating the natural and healthy bond between mother and child. I treasure the photos taken. It seems like yesterday. But time dances by, and two years have since passed. In the interim, I’ve written quite a lot on breastfeeding. I’ve examined…

  • August 7, 2016
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Reflections on Jupiter and a Day Unplugged

“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations about the world. Upon learning something new, he’ll often exclaim,”That’s Amazing! I did not know that!” His declarations of love for life, nature, and family fill me…

  • March 1, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

In Lieu of Presents

Today, my son Taber turns three and we celebrate at the beach. Balloons, homemade gluten-free cake, beer, and a wide variety of vegetarian dishes grace our table. Friends gather with children and we play an “introduce yourself” game with a large, colorful parachute. The little ones laugh loudly while running underneath, and on top of, the brightly colored material. Such joy! It’s too breezy to light candles. So my husband Clark invites Taber to blow out a flame emanating from the…

  • December 12, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Bodies for Sale: Sex, Violence, and the Need for a New Narrative

Jeannette “That will be $37.00,” the woman behind the counter tells me. I pay in cash and place my ticket in the back pocket of my jeans. I am 22-years-old and on my way to Nelson, British Columbia. The bus station is quiet. Only a handful of travelers mill about the terminal. One of them is a young woman my age. I see her standing by two large bags. She has dark hair and is my height and build. I…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn