Just Saying

My mom and I hung out Easter morning.  I think of her every single day. More than once. I miss her still and though that loss will n...

This one is for you-my quiet pray-er, real live author and old softball slinging friend. It took many nights of prayers dancing with fears ...

My family is alternately laughing at me  and shaking their heads in my direction. It might have something to do with  my less than stel...

Grief is a funny thing.  It arrives and departs on it's own timetable  never bothering to follow the laws of reason or civility.   ...

Today was my eighth day back at work and the end of my first full week.  I am tired.  I am tired but I got up every morning.  I s...

I would say that my doctor,  his sweet wife and I have  known each other  half  of our lives but that might prompt some of you  to try to...

All I ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. There are no words big enough, strong enough or fancy enough to express the depth of my ...