This probably is the farthest removed from a poem that I’ve gone ahead and used so far. It’s something that came to mind when I was writing about my Dad and thinking about the things I didn’t do or say while I had the chance. To me, if you live by the sentiments below, it…
The snow finally subsided enough to make the trek to my cousin A’s home to celebrate Christmas with her husband and their family today. Cousin A and one of her daughters were making cookies when I arrived. Daughter A went with a sunny-side-up, sugar cookie design. The great thing about getting together with my cousin…
