I hadn’t planned it would be, but this time at Camp Nana has become sort of a reflecting post. In between visits from neighbors and family who are quite comfortable using Nana’s revolving door, I’ve had a few unplanned minutes here and there to...
I have no time or desire to try and research why after finding just one gray hair, more — all of a sudden — seem to have been emerging across my scalp. While it might seem that I’ve just been blind all this time to what’s been there for months...
For the last few weeks I’ve not been picturing my girls or wondering their whereabouts as much as I was before, if at all. Some of it may be my subconscious defenses, as our adoption hangs in suspension (along with many other details in our life). As I type a picture...
