It’s not nice to laugh at others

There was a girl who lived a few houses away from me. I don’t remember playing with her often, but I remember one day when she warned that we had to be quiet “her butter was sleeping”. The visual is vivid. I saw a stick of butter, one of my favorite things (then and now), … Continue reading →

Mother’s Day

I’ve haven’t liked my birthday (for reasons I’ll tackle another day) which until now, has been the only day that celebrates me. Now I have Mother’s Day too (tomorrow). As I think about what I want to do on Mother’s Day or what it means I feel more and more like I feel about my … Continue reading →