Space for Grace
Myriad Musings on life, love, motherhood, heartache, and everything in between.
My Father’s Sweet Morning Song
In my waking dream
My father’s sweet morning song
Still lingers softly
Sweet Cheeks
Missing my best baby girl something fierce.
Something about the Thanksgiving holiday makes me feel all kindsa nostalgic.
Growing up together with my girl holiday times were always a bit funky; jangety and haphazard, and anything but traditional or predictable. Bittersweet.
On Being an Entrepreneur
My bathtub called to me this morning. I’m so glad I heeded the call. Magic happens there. Prayers. Healing. Release… down the drain with that which no longer serves me