Tuesday, January 20, 2015. She told me to move my chair a little to the left, and I did as I was told. Saturday, January 17, 2015. Conversation between my mother and my son.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014. The Return of the Homebody. Homebody Discovers a Lost Blog Post. I lay them on the bed and examined them. I would probably be able to fit into them if I exercise.

On a Wing and a Prayer. This post is my contribution to Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month. Kudos to the amazing people working towards this for the second year running. Too many of us know this story too well. Too many have known the mortification of unwanted hands going where none had gone before. Too many of us were still children, young boys and girls. Not so young that this was incomprehensible, but not old enough to understand what it would do to us.

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. Her son is 13 now.

You get dealt good hands and bad hands but in the end what ultimately matters is how you play the cards.

Ramblings on life, 2017, heartbreak.

Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind. Posted on March 21, 2018.

The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker. Practical Ways to Love Grieving Parents at Christmas. Bereaved parents feel increasing pressure as the days count down toward December 25th. Everywhere we look families are celebrating togetherness and happy moments. Our hearts rejoice for each home that has a full table and an unbroken circle.