Musings
“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.
Words Unspoken
Although I didn’t get to choose these circumstances, I’ve been granted a gift
Windows
I did this crazy six-people-to-three-functioning-devices scramble in the spring. I thought we were finally heading back to normal
Musings
The doorbell rings. No one rings the doorbell to our house unless they’re FedEx or UPS





















