This morning my son woke up and told me Grandpa's butterfly was gone. I turned quickly to glance up at the lampshade to make sure it was still hanging there. Whew. It was.My dad's ashes are in a butterfly necklace and I have it near...
On Being a Mom by Anna QuindlenIf not for the photographs, I might have a hard time believing they  ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the  black button eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the  yellow...
I always thought fire walking was a scam. I believed there was some trick to it. Last night, I walked on hot coals.. 10 feet.  I watched them fire up the briquettes, roast them for a half hour and shovel them on the grass right before...
I read some stats yesterday about child accidents. One of my first detailed memories was of my brother Sean dying in our home. (In his fort outside our home actually.) It has made me a little paranoid as a mother. I...
This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best user experience.