Broken Wings

So often we seem to be tied to our past.  We either bind ourselves or others restrain our forward movement with reminders of yesterday.   We continue to limp along, broken wings and all, until we either give up or learn to break free. It isn’t easy, in fact it could be the hardest thing … More Broken Wings

Two Days I Dread

never got to experience the mother-daughter relationship from the daughter’s side of it. I shopped alone for my prom dresses, did my own hair and make-up. I didn’t have a mom who would hold me when I needed to cry, encourage me when I felt I wasn’t good enough, and cheer me on when I tried something new. … More Two Days I Dread