Little Things

Elizabeth Thompson Poetry 0 Comments

This is the poem I never thought I'd get to write, in the days when I wondered if anyone would ever call me “mom.”

On Pinkeye, Lice, and Love

Elizabeth Thompson Relationships 0 Comments

This is family. This is real. I have married a man who can take pinkeye and lice on vacation, and turn it into a party . . . now that’s a good man. That’s a good life.

Magic in a Summer Night

Elizabeth Thompson Elementary School 0 Comments

The whole world is a kid again, if only for a time. For an extra hour, maybe two, we revel in the lingering daylight, wrapping ourselves in the friendly dark that slowly puts the day to sleep. And in those hours, anything is possible.