Teardrops in the Wind….

I post this each year…..please hear that it comes from a place of healing and hope But I need somehow to honor these days out loud, especially for those who maybe haven’t found their voices yet. And for all mothers everywhere, because our hearts bear always the¬†stretch marks of loving and letting go. It was…

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teardrops in the wind…

It was the March of 1979. Breezes turned balmy and I pulled off my shoes, letting swollen feet tramp across warming earth. I was pregnant with my first baby, due on St. Patrick’s Day. For weeks I had ached for time to stop, squeezing myself shut to the coming separation, the word “relinquish” hanging heavy…

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