My Mother’s Day Gift
It’s Mother’s Day morning. The windows are open. The sun is shining through the trees, creating a pattern of shadows in my room. The breeze …
It’s Mother’s Day morning. The windows are open. The sun is shining through the trees, creating a pattern of shadows in my room. The breeze …
I’ve typed up of old journal entries to share here. It’s about my journey back to myself. Ten years volunteering for “the sorority.” I held many …
Monthly Archives: May 2003