The losing of a parent in your fifties is the best anyone can hope for. And when there is a chance to say goodbye…
Sunday, 2nd of May it’s a very special day in Portugal because we celebrate Mother’s Day…
I still remember youtending our modest garden out back,sunlight making your hair auburn.I was blessed by small-town pleasures…
My mother was one of those beautiful women who paraded along the avenues and the cars stopped or the horns honked.
And I’m not sure where to find the balance.
Steamy heat rising from the tall grass. Yellow jackets at my ankles. Thorns ripping the skin…
