When a mom watches heart-break and disappointment she picks up the pen and begins to write, the writing of my words seem to do a work all of their own. I let them soothe the ache and breathe life upon my mothering heart. Dear girls… Read More
If ever there was a time to sit and contemplate, to breathe in my existance, and to exhale and let go of all else, the time seemed now. Under the tree with leaves all golden and the glory of light all around.
Here we are, it’s 3 in the morning, pulling ourselves out of a warm slumber. It’s almost shocking, Yet, there is something daring to it all, “I dare you, just see if you can do this!” The air, still, cold, blinking yellow, the traffic… Read More