I've been through dolls and matchbox cars- a precious girl, a sporting boy, and sleepovers a thousand times; I called it stress - they jumped for joy. At first a bike and then a car; for each I wore my worry cap- the wondering and letting go... if only I'd have had a map. Her marriage here, his marriage there- a budding teen, one on the way. It's funny how the world goes 'round- how memories are made each day. It's all awash, but yet it's not, for now we have a frisky pom

These trees. A forest surrounds me. I am accustomed to growth. Striving.   Nurturing. ~~~ I accept the boughs above me. There is...

That’s me in the bath. Shocking, says you. A woman, who hates the bath? You must be havin’ a laugh. But who has time for a long soak? There’s only so much you can do lying there in a puddle of warm bubbles. I can’t get my list of jobs done. I can’t get a novel written. I’d soak for Britain if I could do that at the same time. “No electronics in the bath, Debra.” That’s my husband. He thinks I’m joking about not liking a long soak. But it’s the feeling in my hands and feet whe