On the Eve of My Mother’s Ninetieth Birthday
Somewhere along the way, my mother and I became more than mother and daughter. We became friends.
Somewhere along the way, my mother and I became more than mother and daughter. We became friends.
I walked by the Tennessee River this week, and that alone is a reason to be thankful.
Women are as varied and beautiful as the colors of the autumn leaves. And most of them have experienced sexual abuse and unwanted sexual advances.
When I rise up and when I go to sleep, the longing deep within my soul is for those I love.
Abundant living along the way
in search of a better us