On Time and Motherhood

On Time and Motherhood

Time is a fickle creature and sometimes I don’t like her one…little…bit. She toys and she taunts at her leisure and her pace is hardly fair–she creeps along at a slug’s pace when A Big Day approaches, but in the lives of my children she...

A woman of wonder

I cannot imagine the last five years of my mother’s life:  while cancer ravaged her body, she endured the heart-shredding anguish of knowing she would leave behind three young children who adored her. My 33rd birthday marked the year in her life when she...

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