Just like Mr. Martin Luther King Jr., I too have a dream. It might not seem as grand as his. No one but me and God might know it exists. But it’s there. Deeply routed in who I am, extending to every fiber of my being. My dream is a beautiful one, but dangerous. For…
My husband, oldest son Kyle, and I went to the Outlets nearby. I was watching people coming in and out of stores with boys hands full of bags. There were signs on every store about the sales going on. Salesmen and women luring people in with the once in a lifetime deal. We live in…
Waiting with kids in a waiting room is nerve racking. Every silly bone comes alive in them and their ears turn off. Chairs become diving boards, coffee tables become trampolines, and magazines turn into airplanes. Out of boredom they make farting noises and fall out on the floor belly laughing. And there are times…
