The other night Gracee and I were shopping for April’s earrings at the jewelry store. Gracee was walking around touching all the glass cases. I had told her five times to stop touching them. Finally, I knelt down to her level and quietly said “Gracee, I’v
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
