Organizing the steps and specifics of long-term goals is not an automatic habit for me. Though I wonder if this is less about how I’m wired, and more about the….
When Mama turned the calendar page, my heart turned the corner. I seldom felt ready when September appeared. From the breakfast room wall, square patterns dangled the days filled with lists, schedules, and the….
Another lonely year passed and she wondered if her prayers were moving past the ceiling wall. Most nights they seem to just bounce back to her knees, which sat strained….