At registration, the tall, lanky frame of him saunters stoic and slow along the halls of this, his new school, with all the potential that awaits him in this sophomore year. He had pleaded with me, and tried to convince me not to come. This boy turning man The one who grew below my heart […]
Wrung
 Motherhood wrings me… some days less than others. But always some wringing…  And the water gushes and drips,  Photo by Todd Baker ALWAYS a constant falling of water…