Active Shooter..

I was supposed to write the next post about the difficulty of being four hours away from my boys, about trying to figure out if the personal success that I have been having at work was worth the distance that I am away from them. About whether or not I should move back and take... Continue Reading →

To: My boys

On November 3rd, 1999 you were born. I can remember it like it just happened. The fear, excitement, and immeasurable love that tangled and bound up my body was crippling. You were born in the morning and your first day was filled with visitors, a proud mother and father trying their best to change you... Continue Reading →

The Dream….

The lake was large and deep.  The water while blue on the surface darkened quickly, so much that I could not see the kicking of my own feet.  My arms pushed and pulled at a rapid pace to keep myself afloat in what seemed like the exact center of the cold body of water.  I... Continue Reading →

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