grief

My Hands- Grief on Mother’s Day

So I looked down at my hands today, but I saw yours not mine. You always had such dainty feminine hands. You said they looked old, and maybe that was true but the deep wrinkles, stretched over fragile skin, made them wise. If hands can be such a thing. I looked down at my hands… Continue reading My Hands- Grief on Mother’s Day

Ramblings

Today, I sat through Active Shooter Training…

Go figure. It's me. Complaining about guns in America. Like this is something new. So today I had to sit through an active shooter training at the elementary school I work at. Just the idea that someone could be filled with such hate as to harm one of our sweet kiddos breaks my heart. The… Continue reading Today, I sat through Active Shooter Training…