Pausing in spring’s first light, I reflect on ten years of transformation, from daughter and sister to wife and mother, and find hope in a weathered angel’s mismatched welcoming hand.
Writer, Reader, Photographer, Herder of Cats, Collector of Dusty/Old Things.
Pausing in spring’s first light, I reflect on ten years of transformation, from daughter and sister to wife and mother, and find hope in a weathered angel’s mismatched welcoming hand.