While I write, I picture you reading and smiling and maybe, just maybe for those of you who are easy criers, you shed a tear. Continue reading 50 posts
Addy, my oldest, posted this on her instagram. I recognize this woman with the sunshine on her shoulders, reminding me of a Nanci Griffith song. And her ways were free and it seemed to meThe sunshine walked beside her” Tecumseh Valley by Nanci Griffith And I feel truly loved. Addy loves me. To be able to take a photo of someone and find their best … Continue reading To know me, Ranting, Becoming, Therapy…
They’ll be days like this. Mama Said! Continue reading How Many?
Parenting kids with disease causes mental health repercussions for moms years later. Continue reading On facebook about Malik – post from summer 2017
I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet