The Other Side of Goodbye
What do we carry forward, what do we become on the other side of goodbye? We said goodbye to mom last month. What now?
Good Enough
We don’t have to be perfect to be good enough, and sometimes good enough is just perfect.
Through the Valley of Peace
Invisible to Everyone Else
Going Home
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
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