My grandmother was 93. Sharp tongued, sharp minded, and stubborn. My grandfather passed away at 96. It puts a lot of things into perspective: life, heritage, and the legacies we inherit or leave behind. I remember the last conversation I had with my grandfather. As we reminisced about my youth and infantile shenanigans, he brought […]Read More Who Are You Raising Your Children to Be?
Of all the treasures I’ve ever held in my arms, I’m certain you’re the one thing that I’ll love the most. Beyond flesh, beyond blood, you’re my heart and soul; the true manifestation of my everything and all. Whether you are my biological child, adopted child, or stepchild—whichever way you come into my world—know that […]Read More To My Unborn Child