As I type, my 3 year old son is screaming in the next room. Screaming as if a giant asteroid was hurtling towards the planet and about to crash directly into our little town. Or, as in this case, he … Continue reading
A Farewell
The day my mother died, November 15, 2014, she spoke incessantly. Not necessarily to me, but to someone. Judging by her end of the conversation, someone understanding and kind. They laughed and chatted about all sorts of things ranging from dark … Continue reading
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