And she gave me a gift of broken bones

This past week my daughter broke her arm. We all handled it like troopers. My husband was away on a business trip – isn’t that how it always is? – so I had to handle the situation on my own. There …

And I made a big cup. . .

…and I made a big cup. It was a big cup of tea and I thought, and thought. I collected these thoughts and put them there in the cup with the tea, my thoughts floating on top. Swirling words of …