We only have now, and the real tragedy is wasting it by trying to rewrite the past.
Cry When it Hurts
Dining at a local restaurant with my husband and son, I noticed a middle-aged couple with an elderly woman sitting at the table next to us. My view was of the elderly woman’s back. Centered at the top of her short, white hair was a familiar looking cowlick. The surrounding hair, matted, as if she … Continue reading Cry When it Hurts