Musings
It’s the private, only-for-Mom’s-eyes tantrums that bring me to my knees. “Our family is dysfunctional!”
Musings
Did my girls love their exclusive European dresses I spent hours looking for? Of course not!
Musings
The message surrounds us: All of life’s doors are open to you if you can push through the pain
Musings
The girl can barely speak, the lump in her throat is so large. And she cries brokenly as she tells him that she’s reached a dead end