I was honored that Megan asked me to write a poem for the back of Raylen’s funeral program. He loved airplanes, specifically the Blue Angels. He loved butterflies and playing in mud puddles. And he loved people as much as they loved him. I can generally s
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 –...
