counting the cost

In search of solitude I walk  and to myself I softly I talk the talking soon becomes a song and then I hum it all day long! I was compelled the other day to stop and walk on the trail.  There was a green glow about the trees, and the birds serenaded me as I […]

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holding on

My girls aren’t little anymore. Overnight, it seems like the playroom has become a museum- frozen back in a time when the girls pretend played for hours on end with their Barbie dolls.  Doll clothing and toy pieces still litter the floor. There’s a part of me that wants the playroom to stay that way […]

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