On Growing New Life

Truthfully, I just wanted to throw them in the trash and start over.  I had given up.  They weren’t pretty anymore and just too much work. They were brown. Crinkly.  Past their prime.  Scorched by the sun. My sweet mother, ever concerned about the landscaping of...

On Pleasing Others

An empty cup with no overflow.  Not enough sleep.  Stretched in too many different directions and often feeling like I’m letting someone down if I keep the plates spinning at the same time. Unattainable expectations.  The worst kind. High expectations from...