missing you

It’s Sunday. One of my favorite seven days of the week. The day that it seems perfectly acceptable to rest. Even just for a quick nap, or early bedtime, a lounge on the couch or a late wake up.  I’m a bit under the weather. Rest has been prescribed along with a handful of meds […]

A lonely hour of GRIEF. A lifetime of LOVE.

It is always her voice I hear when when I write something private and deep and need to hear the words read back to me. It will always be her voice I hear. The confident slow cadence of her manner of speaking, and of reading. The comfort of unconditional acceptance, so evident in her legacy. […]