Stopping to Hug the Children


After a little time away – on business – for mama, there’s a lot of work to catch up on at home. Daddy can keep things functional, but he doesn’t fold laundry… and his idea of putting things away is piling them all in a cabinet or closet. I know he’ll keep the kids alive, […]

…And Then They’re Gone

My great grandmother – the tiniest girl, youngest of four, her father’s favorite, born in the middle of a terrible storm. She was a black sheep like me. A survivor. She left home young and married a troubled man who drank too much and loved too little. Divorce was unheard of back then… but she […]