A Voice for the Journey
I cringe inwardly. I want to intervene….Everything inside of me wants to scream out: “No! That is wrong! That is not fair. That is not right.” But I hold it in. I count to ten. I go through my list of questions: 1-Is this any of my business? “No.” 2-Is
You will never have this day with your children again. Tomorrow they’ll be a little older than they were today. This day is a gift. Just breathe, notice, study their faces and little feet. Pay attention. Relish the charms of the present. Enjoy today, it will be over before
It has been almost ten years since we last spoke. I remember the images and the feelings of our conversation vividly, but the details have started to fade. . A young 17-year-old me staring down, as you, an older woman, held a Bible . Your words confirmed my worst fears.