I Might Need A Nap
Today I walked on sacred ground.
I do that more often than one might think, but I find sacred ground in some of the oddest places–once I stop and really consider where I am. 1,144 more words
7 months, 3 weeks
It’s here again. The flipping of the calendar pages and it rolls around again.
When I was little, Mother’s Day was about making homemade cards, writing poems that rhymed, and making some kind of special food for my Mama. 1,258 more words
11 months, 2 weeks