Sunday Morning

Sunday had always been Momma’s favourite day. She’d get up early, make breakfast and lunch then doll herself up for church. Martha needed only an hour to get ready so they could take the short drive to their ‘home church.” Martha liked to find new ways to tell her mother she looked good, she was …

Fare thee well

Viv sent me a link yesterday. I decided to wait till I was 'free' and comfortable before I could read it. Little did I know that this blog post here, would change everything. I sobbed pretty much through the entire thing. It was deep, painful and I repeat, painful. I don't know if it was …