Time for another poem: My eyes grow weary My lips go quiet. Sweet dreams offer…
A voice from the past
It was one of those days that was going to be lots of talk and very little…
Being Mommy
Babies are a pain to deliver. It’s a painful, thankless job and anybody who thinks otherwise has…
Promises, promises
Of all the promises that can be made the most cruel one of them has to…
A different kind of love story
Love is a many hued rainbow. To some it is bright and vibrant, bringing into sharp…
Good-bye
All good things must end and today I said good-bye to one such good thing. So many…