On a frigid winter night, I was counting fireworks flashing in the sky as I stared out the narrow window of our kitchen…
What is life?
Most days, I am capable of giving myself pro-level self-care. Being a single mom isn’t for the faint of heart, and…
But, here’s the truth.
There are some memories that I’m not sure are real.
To the mind that is still…
I’d been sick with a cold, and in case I didn’t recover in time for the weekend, Andrew and I cancelled the camping trip we had…
I cannot help but stop and look at this beautiful weekday
A poem by Julia R. DeStefano
Linger Awhile
There comes a time in life
