Sweet Light

Chaos swirls, guns pop rhythmic like popcorn in the background, acidic spirals shot towards the heavens then settle into fog, creeping along the ground. No one dreamed this would be a reality, the righteous war of two groups clamoring to be right without consideration for the horror of the children caught in the middle of…

An observation of motherhood from a crack pot mom

I remember the day that I became a mother for the first time, the second time and the third time. I remember the day each of my kids graduated from high school. I, of course, remember many days in between and many days since those bench marks. They taught me to love deeper than I…