No words….

My heart is heavy both as a human and a mother as I think about the tragedy in Newtown, CT. This is not the time for words, but for some reason this song was on my mind this morning. Blessings to all affected by this tragedy and the world.

Oh my! A crush and it isn’t mine

I grew up in a rather rigid and fairly authoritarian household. While my mother would eventually became my dearest friend that transition didn’t happen until after I had reached adulthood and had left the house. In my family, my dad was the boss and we all knew it. My father was one of sixteen kids …

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