One morning long ago, I sought relief from my disintegrating life in the green grass and peace of the land around mom’s grave. I bent down kneeling slowly over the cold metal nameplate that adorned her grave saying with as much drama as I could muster, “Mama, have I got a story for you. I’m sure you... Sign in to see full entry.
If I had known grandchildren would bring me so much pleasure, I would have had them first. Of course, now I have the time and energy to appreciate them. Now I can be their host and their friend at my convenience. I can tuck them into bed with love and read to them like I always wanted to do with... Sign in to see full entry.
Because I wasn’t always able to take in the nourishing love my parents and others told me was there for the taking. I can’t forget the coldness, rejection and repeated wounds to my pride. Trusting others came slow for me. My parents were very different from other parents not by shear negligence, nor... Sign in to see full entry.