Your Kids Don’t Need More Things, They Need More You
He reached for my hand and then looked up. His sweet smile and lingering gaze flooded my weary heart with…
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He reached for my hand and then looked up. His sweet smile and lingering gaze flooded my weary heart with…
Continue ReadingMy eyes would tear up two minutes after my mom left from helping me recover from chemo. She came up…
Continue ReadingThe first few nights, and truthfully weeks, of your life are a blur to me. I remember leaving the hospital…
Continue ReadingTo the “little old lady” working at the clothing store: Thank you for graciously allowing me to browse the store…
Continue ReadingI don’t pick out school clothes anymore. I no longer wipe tiny bums or runny noses. There’s no one to…
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