That plant in a park in Rhode Island delivered the promise that there might be something familiar in this place where everything was new.
During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle
My affirmations teach me the things I still need to learn.
Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.
I grieved the chance to have an uncomplicated pregnancy. I grieved the fact that having more babies could be potentially fatal. And I grieved a younger, more carefree me.
Only after I left a home where there were many women who might have helped me did I realize the sari represented more than a cultural announcement.
I still wonder, what is the right amount of time to grieve?
For my rescued hens, every day was the best day they’d ever had.