When did you stop being my baby?
I watched you just now, playing on the playground at the park, looking so determined to cross those monkey bars. You’ve gotten so tall, your face looking much more mature. The baby fat has been replaced with long and lean. And it made me wonder… When did you stop being my baby? Was it when…
To the Woman Who’s Barely Holding it Together… and Nobody Knows
I sat in my minivan in the parking lot of the drug store and cried over the steering wheel. I had run into a snafu with our insurance. It wasn’t a huge problem and was easily correctable. But it was that proverbial straw they talk about. It was just one more thing I didn’t need…
She Who Has Believed
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