Broken Hearted
When one mother loses her baby, all other mothers can empathize. It’s part of being a mother.
Empty Nest
It takes a torrential rain or windstorm to blow the last remaining leaves off the trees revealing what was so well-hidden in the uppermost branches throughout Spring and Summer: one, two, sometimes up to three bird’s nests. They vary in size and shape, and I have no idea if these nests were constructed just last […]
