Make Me A Bird…

“Dear God, make me a bird, So I can fly far, Far, far away from here” I remember feeling just like just like little Jenny did in Forrest Gump – always sending out prayers – or I would be writing in diaries, or making deals with God or the universe at large, or blowing on [ Read More ]

Scars Old and New

In a moment of pure exasperation and frustration yesterday, I texted Scott “I have had it with Parker.  This is not the kid who’s supposed to be bringing me to tears on a daily basis.”  But she is.  She has been so difficult lately – talking back to the point of nonsense at times “Well [ Read More ]