It is nice having a place where it’s okay to ramble again without guilt or pressure. I fully intend to leave this space quiet some days. It’s a free spot. A place where I can pretty much do what I…
Prayer.
She stands beside me and sets up her project, grabbing at my arm, pointing out what she needs, fussing petulantly. I am finishing something I am doing, thinking that a good mom would simply meet the need without being asked,…
Refresh.
I feel as if I can breathe again. I know I’ve been writing at my other blog (the one that will be going away as soon as I have a chance to adjust image sizes and transfer things where they…