A Melancholy Gold

Share A Melancholy Gold By Vernie Lynn DeMille   The wind is in the grass now, Gentle fingers prodding At leaves that will not rise,   Pressing them to dance Just one more waltz Along the av... Read More

Last Mom Limping

"I had no idea how emotional existing in that “moment” would be. Everything I am was right there with me in that space.  I was wrapped up in wondering whether or not I could keep going, if I coul... Read More