She hadn’t bought me nail polish for years. …
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and …
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. …
Macia and I picked apricots.…
I am bad at multi-tasking. Just ask Taylor. If I start a sewing project or a baking endeavor, all else gets put on hold until. it’s. finished. …
I remember Momma’s voice. As time goes on after her death, much fades, but I will always remember so much of her voice. [Also, I thank God for all those cheesy home videos we have. It is such a blessing …
My mother died in March. On the eleventh. Two and a half years ago.…