Becoming a mother changed me into a different type of woman. I was one of those girls who felt like children were mysterious little creatures. Though people said I was good with them, children mystified me, causing me to feel …
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The evening breeze blew balmy and soft. The day had been perfect. All was well. Copious fireworks had been detonated the previous day, and our bellies were full of burritos, fresh fruits, and veggies. Now we soaked in the hot …
Continue Reading →They come, and they go. Watching adult children leave (again) is much more difficult than when you first received them from the Lord so tiny and new. You were assaulted by love then, initiated into a passionate and protective love that …
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