Strength

Strength comes in many forms. Many of us possess a fond memory of our father and his strong hands, strong arms,and strong back. Always willing to work-move, lift, help. Never seeming to get tired, never needing a break. That’s an image most of us form in childhood, and for many, once they reach adulthood, does not… Continue reading Strength

Ashes=freedom

It’s already been five months since my daughter died. I try hard to think about her everyday, and sometimes I don’t. That makes me sad, and then I think about her and get sad. SAD! There’s some guilt there I admit. Life with it’s busy schedule often gets in the way of what is important.… Continue reading Ashes=freedom