Bridges

Our children are bridges, structures made out of love, blood, flesh, and bone, connecting us to the past, hinging us to the future. It is too early for me to be awake  so…

Dusk: Ire

Happy Birthday to me!   Yes. It’s my birthday!   *insert your goodwill messages here*   Awww. Thank you very much, that’s sweet of you.   Hi. Her name is Ire …and…