I followed a little boy in Walmart today. He didn’t look like my son and yet I trailed him and his mother all over the store. I curled my fingers around the shopping cart so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and touch him.Read More
My husband believes in birds.
After his father died, he felt certain birds were a sign from his father. “Not all birds,” he told me. “But sometimes, when I’m running, I can feel a bird watching me. And I know it’s him.”Read More