We Forgot We Were Growing Up Too
When I was twenty years old, I wasn’t thinking about being fifty-two. Honestly, I wasn’t even thinking about thirty. I…
When I was twenty years old, I wasn’t thinking about being fifty-two. Honestly, I wasn’t even thinking about thirty. I…
What is it about getting older that makes memories come flooding back? Not the big milestone memories. The little ones….
There’s something about memories that show up out of nowhere. Sometimes it’s quilts, old canisters, cookie jars, or faded photographs….
This month always brings mixed emotions. Birthdays—my daughters’, mine… and my sister’s. My sister, who is no longer here with…
A Year In, Still Deciding Just some April thoughts. I’ve always loved this month. The weather is just right—it’s spring,…
Recently, I had a conversation with someone who means a lot to me, someone I’m really close to. She’s wise…
“There’s No Crying on Sundays” The name came to me one day while I was babysitting my granddaughter. She was…