Daydreams and night truths
After I prayed, my oldest got under her covers and said, “Mummy, can we do it like last night?”
“Yes, honey,” I replied as my youngest and I snuggled at the foot of the bed under the pink and white cozy blanket
Reflections (9/28/19)
We weren’t created with the capacity to breeze through these times. Feeling is a gift, even when it hurts.
Reflections (9/14/19)
By writing, I listen, I wrestle, I pout, I jump for joy…I get the stuff out of my head that, left locked up, may make it difficult to carry on with the day.
crying in public…
I stopped singing. I breathed differently. Tried to convince my body to knock it off. Can’t you see where we are? Don’t you remember what I do for a living? Can you please stop?!