by Susan Woodring I come from a family of reluctant apologizers. Somehow, though, I learned how. From a very early age, I apologized. I apologized
Category: Family/Parenting
On Love
“Because without the mess, without the responsibility, what is love really? A catalogue of nostalgic kindnesses? A shallow glow of belonging? While a gentle regard might endear one person to another, I doubt its power to sustain them. Love is too expansive for ego’s boundaries. It crashes through comfort, feeding on the trust of everything that has come before. It holds the present like a gift. It reaches, slowly, for what might be.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
July 1944 by Jim Nichols
The word “change” brings my father to mind, because in the past few months he’s sea-changed from an elderly but still recognizable version of himself
The Mouse King by Priscilla Bourgoine
Those left in my family since the loss of my daughter, Valerie, crowded around the lit tree, except for me. I sat in the background.
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