My Apologies…Again
I don’t know why there are days that I can write like the words are being whispered in my ears …
I don’t know why there are days that I can write like the words are being whispered in my ears …
I don’t know what kind of mother I am. Most of the time I feel like a mother who is …
My husband woke up this morning in a somewhat bad mood; and blamed me for it. Having gone to sleep …
I am a pretty smart cookie; or at least I have always assumed this. I know a lot of small …
I consider myself okay most days. Most days I deal, with some kind of patience, the realities of this disease. …