Born to leave
This is something I wrote 21 years ago this month. I am remembering the firstborn. And I am remembering that our children are born to leave. I watched my son…
Flowers in my mother’s vase for Mother’s Day
It’s the day after Mother’s Day, remembering my mother
It’s the day after Mother’s Day and I’m sitting alone in the quiet, early morning hours. Getting up early is not new to me. While I’d love to have a…