Every Sunday morning I carve out a bit of quiet time for myself while my family sleeps. This week, my grandfather’s sweet spirit settled around me and left me with words. He always leaves me with words, which is funny, because he was a man of so few.
When a Sad Ending is an Unexpected Beginning
I wrote the words below one night after checking on my sleeping daughter. Her face, so innocent, so sweet, so different from mine and yet so similar stopped me in my tracks. I realized that she was here because of …