Waiting for Morning

I remember as a young child being awakened by night terrors and laying in bed too frightened to move my arm the few inches in the cold dark to reach the light switch. I would look out into the blackness of my small bedroom and see imagined boogeymen or creeping…

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Abby and I were in deep conversation the other day…..discussing just WHO is “Grandma”???? I was trying to explain to her that “Grandma” is MY “Mommy”. The conversation went something like this….. “No, she is ‘Grandma’, silly! ” “Yes, she is Grandma, but she is MY Mommy.” “NO, she is…

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