On this day, nine years ago, over the sound of Chris Rice’s voice singing, Welcome to our World, I heard the beautiful words that I had suspected I would hear for nine long months. Better than the sound of Rice’s angelic voice, the sweet words were uttered, it’s a girl. With those three tiny words, I learned what mothers...
There is this person that I know. Every morning before the sun rises, when her eyes open and are greeted with the early morning darkness, she lies in bed and listens to the sound of the breath flowing into her lungs. Slow and steady she breathes deep and feels the air enter her lungs ever so...
For a time, writing took the back seat. Or, more accurately, if life were a train, with cars numbering far more than my attention span can count, writing was the final car. Each car, labeled carefully, “Family”, “Charlie”, “Chanelle”, “Meadow”, “Chad”, “Home”, “Business”, “Photography”, “48 Hours Mystery”. . . well, you get the point. ....
I’m a terrible small talker. Like, really, really terrible. If I walk into a situation where a small group of people might be standing and chatting, my palms become sweaty and my heart begins to beat like it used to after I finished my leg of the 4×800 relay. (And my relay team was really...
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