Hugging My Son

Hugging My Son

Tears streamed down my face as I sat in the Los Angeles airport…I hadn’t realized how much I had missed my son until it came time to say goodbye and head home to Dallas. It was another gift from Covid. * I know that sounds odd, but I’m making...
Forgiving Myself

Forgiving Myself

Forgiving myself. How many times have you struggled to forgive yourself? I’m at a point in my life when there are more days behind me than in front of me, and as I look in the rearview mirror I don’t always like what I see. I cringe when I think about...