Gently rolling sandhills taper off into the plains of Georgia. Farmers grow southern crops on fields as far as the eye can see. The appearance of gnarled live oaks falsely bestow a sense of geologicalContinue reading
Month: September 2015
A quick look into the true depths of gratitude
My husband’s death, along with living and raising our sons without him is the single most agonizing experience I’ve had on this planet. When I say I’m grateful for this experience, it can seem off-putting, callousContinue reading