There are days I feel like I’m walking outside of myself. I’m going, doing, and moving and, as I move about, I am in slow motion watching what is around me. I stop, pause, stare, listen, and notice. I wonder if I am living in the moment or loosing myself. The sound of the shower…
Category: Letters
A Daughter’s Letter
“Spread love everywhere you go, first of all in your own home. Give love to your children, to a wife or husband, to a next-door neighbor.” Mother Teresa Dear Mom, There’s no bond quite like that between mother and child. You know me in ways no one else ever will. You also see in me…
ARRESTED BY GRACE 