no doubt, by now you’re stuffed to the gills with turkey and dressing. perhaps a poem would be just the thing to wash it all down? we’re gratitude focused, and it’s a choice — as it always is.this first holiday has been hard, and when i tried to put...
photo credit here last night wandering across a dreamscape of ordinary of cheerios strewn in carseats on the most ordinary drive around town on the most ordinary of running-errands, nothing-special days i found a treasure of skin warm of smile bright of son ALIVE. but as with all of life’s...
nine months. Belly swelled and labor pains and a child came into this world. Mama rocked him, held him close. Daddy’s strong hands lifted him high. His cry rang loud and long, but his laughter parted clouds, brought sunshine through. His smile: it was that good. nine months. Hearts...
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