The Difference a Day Makes
Yesterday We were supposed to be napping. Instead, Dietrich wanted to play, after all, he is three. As he played with the pillows, blanket, and my hands, I found myself staring at my reflection in his eyes. I then began to wonder how this darling child sees me. Lately,...
My Grief
My grief is my own, no one else’s. It is not right or wrong, nor should anyone judge me for the way I am doing it. My loss, even if we have similar experiences, is not your loss. If you don’t have a similar experience you cannot definitively say...