Obscure Directions to a Temporary Home {Writing in the Wait}
Free from the trailer that hauled her over the states, Red Rose (our wagon) felt nimble. The old-fashioned directions to the ranch scribbled in the back of my notebook sat […]
Free from the trailer that hauled her over the states, Red Rose (our wagon) felt nimble. The old-fashioned directions to the ranch scribbled in the back of my notebook sat […]
There, with the cool autumn breeze shooing the first fallen leaves along as the moon rose, my husband held me snug in his arms. It was that stand-back-and-check-it-out moment as […]
Somewhere between the fourth and fifth week of motherhood, I lost my sense of humor. The sleep deprivation, the constant screaming of an inexplicably colicky infant, the continued pain in […]