It has been a bit of a crazy week around my neck of the woods. Ten minutes away from where I live seems to be a ground zero for this damn virus. Sorry for the curse, but darn is not a strong enough adjective.
My Dream For All of Us
I would like to pay homage to Dr. King and write my own speech about a dream … my dream. One that I hope and pray will come true before I die. A speech that will only be heard by me reading it aloud. A dream I want to share with you, my children, grandchildren, and the world.
I Pray With Gratitude
Being a mom doesn’t end when your kids get out of the house – it never ends. So without further ado, a story on where my kids are today, what I am grateful for, why I pray and some random thoughts that pop into my head as I try to find my peace.