A Motherless Mom

I owe the mom I am today to my own mother. This time every year I reflect on what kind of mom I am and what kind of mother gave birth to me. My mother never witnessed my prom, or saw me in my wedding dress. She wasn’t by my side through my first heartbreakContinue reading “A Motherless Mom”

To the Girls Who Date my Boys

To The Girls Who Date my Boys,  To the girls who date my boys remember they were once little boys. They giggled at puppies and found joy in hot wheels. They played outside barefoot with popsicle grins and farmers tans. They always came to mommy for kisses. They went to daddy to fix things andContinue reading “To the Girls Who Date my Boys”