Honoring Mom When It Hurts

Tucked away beneath my pink t-shirt, hidden by my brown jacket is a necklace.  It belongs to my mother although she wasn’t the one who gave it to me.  My necklace is ordinary.  It is not beautiful or valuable, but I wear it every day.  It reminds me of a broken dream and the hopeContinue reading “Honoring Mom When It Hurts”