Mama, I see your owie. We're sitting in the van, her seat right behind mine. My cancer scar sits just above the neckline of my shirts, so if my hair is up in a top knot (every single day) my scar is right there, uncovered. As she's sitting behind me and I adjust positions, she notices … [Read more...] about the scar
It didn't seem to bother her until, of course, it did. My biggest girl, my four-year-old, had seen something that her little imagination twisted and turned into a cause for alarm, and suddenly she carried fear everywhere she went like a little pet. After she saw this scene in a whimsical, silly … [Read more...] about Peace. This is real.