(On suicide prevention...) I’m guilty, too. Of letting my teen spend too much time online. Of not requiring her to spend enough time outdoors. Of letting it become too common practice to do our own things in separate rooms most of the time. These are dangerous things. Especially in these times. Too many (more than … Continue reading I’m Guilty, Too.
Motherhood memories framed in faded fall foliage stay forever green in me and bring me messages–– younger, naive eyes, somehow knowing, look to me as a reminder now that time keeps moving, and I try not to count the moments we could have made better, for forward is the direction of and … Continue reading Evergreen Autumns
Don't blink or they'll be grown, living in different places, separated by more than miles, by the race of life. Don't blink or you'll miss realizing this kiss is the last one they'll permit because they're too old now and that's gross. Don't blink, take it in, a snapshot in your head, perhaps … Continue reading Don’t Blink