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Lorikeets

We open the screen door. It’s loud. Lorikeets squawk and fly around us. Their bright colors cheer any foul mood. My 3-year-old is thrilled. He rushes to find the Butterfly World attendant stationed in the room. For $1, I purchase a small, plastic cup containing a pink-colored sugary substance. Lorikeet food. I love watching his face light up when we feed them. Initially, he is giddy. Birds swoop down and land on his shoulders, head, and arms. He laughs loudly. And then,…

  • April 5, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Opossum Bones

  My three-year-old son and I take a walk through a fern forest in South Florida. Cyprus groves, swampy waters, tadpoles, and millions of ferns surround us. The 250-acre preserve is not far from our home. I come here when my soul needs restoration and revival. To look in all directions and see nothing human made is healing. I want my son to see the “real” Florida. I want him to know our world outside of concrete freeways, suburban sprawl, and the seemingly…

  • March 16, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Toddler Time at the Nature Center

In 1916, the wild Cypress Creek wetlands of Coconut Creek, Florida were drained. This morning, I drive to Fern Forest Nature Center to visit the 247 acres of what remains. I want my 22-month-old son and to see our south Florida homeland untouched by housing developments, strip malls, and busy roadways. I park and help my little one out of the car seat. He wants to bring his “truck book” along. So, I tuck it in my backpack knowing that…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Coming Home: Transforming Pain and Embracing Beauty

I stand with my son in northern Utah. Together we harvest raspberries in my aunt’s backyard. Mountain foothills blanketed in fall colors surround her home. A late September chill fills the air. I could stare at these mountains for hours. I draw upon the memory of their strength when I am away from this land of my birth. My soul drinks in their beauty. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. Nothing else signals my return home as much as…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Pristine, Wondrous Happiness

Originally published in Holistic Parenting Magazine My husband stands next to me in the kitchen of our humble south Florida home. Nearby, our 27-month-old son Taber plays with yellow construction trucks. I breathe in the beauty of daily things and begin to clean up after dinner. “Dada look! Crane truck!” Taber shouts. “Yes, look at that crane truck,” my husband responds kindly. Then he sighs. I can tell he’s not fully present. Tired from a day of dealing with administrative…

  • December 1, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn