She stood on a raised pedastal like a goddess in white, with her hair cascading over her shoulders as her friends gasped and she froze—transfixed on the beauty and power of her own reflection.Read More
Behind your closed door, I stand. Mostly about to burst in with freshly folded laundry or to catch a word of the muted laughter floating through the wall. But I’m here. Behind your closed door.Read More
After our mini LA family vacation I was looking forward to a quiet flight, a glass of wine and finishing The Chronicles of Narnia that Charlie had disdained to read.Read More
"Mother," what does that word mean? I can't answer that for anybody else, because I have seen different interpretations of the gift of motherhood.Read More
The thing about thirteen is that the physical connection of picking them up and cleaning their bodies, bathing and dressing them and playing on the playground and putting them in and out of their carseats and laying with them and reading to them and having them sit on your lap it's all over. It's all over.Read More
What hurts us more? Not knowing that you can control anything or knowing it and still wanting to.Read More
Time stopped. One of them said, "Don't fight" The other one said, "Don't fight." I looked at them.. thought of my husband and said, "How?" Linda looked at me through her steely blue eyes and even slightly bent over she commanded, "Just walk away, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans what you have to say but it stays with you forever."