The Wooden Baby in the Grass

We pulled to the side of the road; I was nauseous again. That is what happens when you have a life growing inside of you. When the car stopped; I opened the door and leaned out. Just as swiftly as it came the nausea passed and I look down at the green grass of springContinue reading “The Wooden Baby in the Grass”

On Mothers and Daughters……

All Mothers are naturally daughters at one point.  A lot has been written about being a mother and with Mother’s day looming quickly, much more will be written.  The relationship between a mother and a daughter is filled with ebbs and flows, tender moments and difficult ones, but the underlying bond that ties us togetherContinue reading “On Mothers and Daughters……”