When you said I was welcome, But not my kids, Or my dog...
When my mother died, writing the obituary was left to me. My husband said it was the funniest thing to see my eyes literally glaze over and stare off for the longest time. Finally he broke the silence...
I remember your smell, the mix of hard work and airplane engine grease and cigarettes.
With this little ingrained belief I was allowing myself to be robbed of the best moments of my life.
I am sorry that I cannot be there to watch my niece experience the magic of the season
The Four A’s that Alleviate my Anxiety
Why I think my daughter is a better mother than I was.