When my boys where little, they were fascinated by scars. So much so that when they fell and skinned a knee or got cut, one way to ease the pain was to talk about what a cool scar this was going to make someday. Then they would take the pain in stride and tell a … Continue reading The Song of My Scars
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Whispers on the Wind
For the first time ever, there were no Easter baskets at my house today. There will be no celebratory meal either. I didn’t buy a special dress. Before the dawn, I dressed in blue jeans and a sweat shirt, grabbed a coat, chairs, and blankets and headed for the hills. As we climbed, the full … Continue reading Whispers on the Wind
Michelle's Mosaic 