I’ve come to see aging not as a single chapter but as a collection of seasons — each one with its own rhythm, its own purpose, and its own kind of beauty. In our younger years, we rush through life like it’s always spring — full of beginnings, energy, and dreams sprouting in every direction.... Continue Reading →
Still Learning To Let Go
But I Am Still Here I have three adult children, ranging in age from 35 to 44. When they first left home, I remember feeling an overwhelming sadness, wondering when they would visit or even just call. But I quickly discovered that being an empty nester was only temporary. Each of them returned home at... Continue Reading →