When we parent intentionally, in a way that differs from past generations, we’re often subject to…
Slender curves revealed slowly.
She truly has never shed a tearBut a cry a day did sheThrough her pen and paint brushBut never a drop…
Nothing exists until it is absent. LL
what a beautiful journey,
ending appropriately;engulfed in a singledancingflame.
A Poem
I love the brightness of your outside skin.