It's coming for you, as it came for me. It comes for us all. You can (over) prepare yet still be surprised, caught off guard, when it happens. You might think you are ready, having known what to expect from the beginning. You got your groove back, maybe more than once. You carefully bent to … Continue reading Every mom’s Jean Valjean moment.
My friend is moving away. I write “my friend” as if she were my only one, an outrageous lie. I have so many friends, more than I deserve because I am often a lousy friend in return, but none of them is a friend in quite the same way Lacy has been. We are not … Continue reading The things we leave behind.