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 …

The Real Me. . .

I am getting to the heart of it. I am becoming more of who I should have always been. I am slowly loving myself day by day and see that the more I do the more I will fully become who …

The Edge

Today, as I write this, I have butterflies in my stomach and a queasiness akin to stage fright, which means it must be important to share. I feel like am walking out along the edge, but I think the edge …