As the month of Women’s History comes to pass, I remember my mom, Mary. The funny thing is, I don’t have to remember because she is always present. She is present not as the waxing moon in all its phases or some distant adventure in the past. I remember her everyday, even though she isContinue reading “A Mother’s Love~What joy, what pain, what love?”
Building On A Firm Foundation
Walking In Your Gifts 