We stick together, we can see it through ‘Cause you’ve got a friend in me

Crying is pretty much as regular an occurance to me as blinking these days. Whether it’s tears because I am tired or annoyed that life dealt my boy a difficult deck of cards. Or because… View Post

A Special Kind of Guilt

A Mother’s guilt is something else isn’t it?   Ever since both of my children took their first breath, it’s been there. Staring me in the face when one of them fell down some stairs… View Post
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