Every breath is a gift, a life unto itself. Every breath has a beginning, a middle, and an end. At the inhale, I anticipate. Soon, I will...

I did not want to take Ellie to gymnastics on Saturday morning. I woke up earlier than I wanted and then my Saturday morning coffee time...

Life is confusing. It's just one big twistaroo. --Kestrel, 8 years old Last Tuesday was the Fourth of July. We went to my husband’s Great...