Hurricane Melancholy

This weekend, my baby boy will attend his high school prom. What?????  "Say that again slowly."  I say to myself with a deep sigh. I say it again and sit dumbfounded.  Thoughts begin to swirl like a hurricane picking up force in my brain. Another visit from hurricane Melancholy. The storm of sadness that comes to visit me now and again. Two things … Continue reading Hurricane Melancholy

The Open Wound

A dear friend of mine told me more than once while we were raising our children that being a parent is like being an open wound.  Her words have rung true countless times over the years. I did get wounded in a way when I gave birth.  The love I felt for these little humans … Continue reading The Open Wound