The end. Of the first school semester of my girls’ career and I look at her and marvel. She walks tall and graceful through the halls. She has gathered, for herself, a group of friends that want to be her friend as much as she wants to be theirs. It is her community and I …
It’ll be different this year for Naomi and I. Very different. No daughters, save my girlie, will be here. My Montana boy has already made the trek his budget will allow for this holiday time. My two boys, one so close to leaving for the next year I can feel him starting to slip away …
My granddaughter is letting everyone know she’s going to arrive soon. It could be tonight. It might be tomorrow. So we wait. And I wait far away, several states away. I have the heart, just not the money to go. And I was fine with that. I’ve learned, the years of being divorced and on …
Many times I hear this. “You’re so brave and honest to say what you do. It changes my walk and my perspective. It makes me feel brave.” It’s true I speak plain. I am an open book, most of the time. I can pull in fearful when someone intimidates me and self edit out of …
It’s a whirly wind of an evening and my girl and I are already in our pajamas. She has tired all over her and her first “real” high school finals to study for. We bought our dinner and brought it home to eat cozy on the couch. I stopped at the store and replenished the …