Why I Write: How It Began

Why I Write: How It Began

When I started my blog, it felt like the strangest thing in the world I could have done. If you know me, you know that I hold things very close to the vest.  I’m always the one who listens while people share, but rarely the one who shares.  I keep my personal...
Emerging From The Deep

Emerging From The Deep

My little girl is no longer afraid of the water! Three years of swimming lessons, and I feel like it has finally clicked. Until now, she has always loved the thought of swimming and has thoroughly enjoyed splashing around, but she never truly relaxed in the water. She...
Lessons Learned From “The Little Red Caboose”

Lessons Learned From “The Little Red Caboose”

You remember the story, don’t you? In this 1954 children’s classic, the big, black engine, shiny and powerful, puffed and chuffed leading the way.  Then a mixture of box cars, oil cars, coal cars, and flat cars, all important with their substantial loads, trudged...
The Hands That Hold My Hands

The Hands That Hold My Hands

The hand I held today was soft and small…. She climbed out of the backseat, all smiles, and immediately reached for my hand. The cool air, uncommon for this time of year, greeted us as she clasped my hand tightly, confident in my ability to guide her. It was...

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