Day #363: Night
At night, in the darkness, when everything is still, my brain can imagine anything. As a child, the darkness meant I could construct stories, populate
At night, in the darkness, when everything is still, my brain can imagine anything. As a child, the darkness meant I could construct stories, populate
GrBeing grateful to my mother is a consistent theme in my life. I admire so many of the choices she made about parenting. The earliest