I am not enough

I think I’m probably pretty similar to a lot of moms in that guilt is my constant companion. There are times when I can turn my back on guilt and go on with life as if it isn’t really there. I’m like a toddler who’s afraid of the scary monster that comes out when the… Read More

For my lobster

Why are the most important things the hardest to express? I wish you could know all of the things I think and feel about you, yet words continually fail me. And then, even when the words come, the opportunity seems to pass me by. Life swirls around us, and we are caught in a perpetual… Read More