A baby girl was born twenty-two years ago: flawed, imperfect, and desperately wanted. Her little life ended before she was two, and because a Momma never forgets, on this, her birthday, I am feeling twenty-two. It’s twenty-two years with her, but not. It’s twenty-two years of her here, then gone. But that’s not all it… Continue reading Feeling Twenty-Two
Like Cousin Eddie was drawn to Clark, Regret is trying to stay with me through this Holiday season. He’s smelly and unpleasant; he’s sleeping on my couch and leaving his dirty dishes in my sink. He is judgmental and harsh, and I really want this guest to leave. But, Regret doesn’t want to go away. It seems that Regret is hell-bound to spend Christmas in my heart.