If my heart is a song the notes ramble far and long but like the roads that go to Rome every melody leads home to the exact same words again, again, again. .
It’s Going to be Okay
It was getting toward the end of the day when one of the little girls in my class came over to me, sad. She was missing her mommy. I scooped her up and held her, knowing the feeling. (I have always been very emotionally attached to my mom, and I still get really sad sometimes … Continue reading It’s Going to be Okay