I called my friend Amy from a bookstore as I stood before a row of beautiful journals. She answered the phone, and I sobbed, “I’ll never know my child’s favorite color.” I stood there weeping as I realized yet another aspect of my child that I would never know. During...
Mother’s Day comes again. For many this day simply connotes a celebration – a precious card from the kiddos, a chaotic meal at an over-crowded restaurant, and tight squeezes from your little cuties (and maybe not so tight from those rebellious teenagers as you try to...
