It’s like I dropped it somewhere back last year and kept moving forward without remembering to run back and get it.
Today was a long time coming. I finally sat down to compose a bunch of words that come from the thoughtful and emotional side of my brain that I one day soon would hope to turn into a book.
At what age do our motherly neuroses become an embarrassment to our children? I’m asking for a friend.
Two weeks ago we found out my husband has a tumor in his brain that will need to be surgically removed.
I practice believing that full life is beyond the fear…
Today I am focusing on becoming one with my sewing machine.