Five percent sounds tiny. But odds are meant to be overcome.
Three Days. One girl. No sugar.
Words hurt. Silence hurts. When they do, go to your guest house.
We learn from all of our past experiences. Especially the embarrassing ones.
We’re all in this together. But sometimes even that doesn’t help.
My strengths include making neon name labels in 1987. Call me. 😉
I’ve never needed the comforts of the past so much as I do in the present. Fortunately, I found them.
I never thought I’d have another child at my age. But my new daughter is everything a parent could want.
Gray’s a nice shade…except inside your brain.
Good-byes are hard. Especially this one.