Behind the Curtain

Some days I like to sit and look out the white sheer curtains that hang over our front double windows. At just the right angle, the curtains and the glimpses of sunlight remind me of the beach, even though I don’t specifically recall white sheer curtains in any beach...
They’re My Home

They’re My Home

As I begin today’s words, it occurs to me that perhaps there isn’t always something specific I want to talk about when it comes to the reasons I love my teenagers. Maybe that’s because there are days, like today, when I realize quite simply that when I spend time with...