Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Rio and the Case of the Red Dye. I was so anxious all the time. My stomach was constantly in knots. One day I was so discouraged, not knowing how to help Rio. I was crying, crying out to God for a solution. And the effects were immediate. She was back to her 3 year old, spunky self. Monday, December 8, 2014. Breastfeeding, Bottles, and Swallowing My Pride.

Four corners no matter how small still can create an island. You can look up and around but here beside the. Is a horrifying step to. Stake out the campsite and tarp the corners down. Because the storm is blowing. In from the place where I have been. But as for me and my house, we will stay amongst the. And the crowd gathers gloriously beneath the gladiolus. Beneath those trumpets of tropical.

It was given to her on her first birthday the spring she was 16. It was clean like a bounce sheet that had been warmed by the tumbling of blankets in a dryer. It symbolized how she was clean, like a unicorn that a little girl dreams up in her greatest slumbers, only better. Now she has taken this dress for a spin or two, twirled in it, fallen off of rocks in it, out of trees, shes fallen on ice-covered parking lots behind gas stations in it. she has hidden while weari.