The Greediest Mother

I am the greediest mother. I have written about the hand-wringing and soul-crushing that comes with being Owen’s mother. I have told the tales of heart-soaring  and hope-reviving moments, too. At the beginning, we weren’t allowed to stretch our dreams too far. We had arms and legs moving. Eventually, he was breathing on his own. [ Read More ]

Letting Go

The other night, a series of things happened that made me laugh until I cried. I don’t mean a chuckle, I mean tears streaming down my face to the point that my eyes got all puffy afterwards and it looked like I was having an allergic reaction of sorts. These things that made me laugh [ Read More ]