December Mashup: losses and celebrations
I miss the face of a little child leaning over a birthday cake, blowing out all the candles, and no one seeing the germs.
I miss the face of a little child leaning over a birthday cake, blowing out all the candles, and no one seeing the germs.
August 17, 2017 She showed up beside by my bed at three a.m. “Mommy,” she said, “I am having great pain.” That is an odd phrase, I thought. And I got up and asked questions and chose her some medicine, and scooted over to make space for her in the bed. She slept with me […]