I knew something was wrong with my son. Not what it was. Just that it was. It was a mother’s knowing, the kind that settles in your gut...
When Noticing is the Work (Part 1)
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I knew something was wrong with my son. Not what it was. Just that it was. It was a mother’s knowing, the kind that settles in your gut...
They came. They ate. They conquered my heart. And then they ate some more. I haven't done much arting this summer. But I have a good...
The yummy gorgeous art you see up above was painted by my sister Marjorie Ellen. My big sister, older by just enough years to be a huge...