HELP I heard Joshua’s cry. The nurse I spoke to came back and told me she was VERY sorry. But that Betsy would be okay. Then I understood. The terrified voice of a child crying for help has haunted me since.
I took a picture of sunrise this morning. It was cold on the beach, not so cold my hands froze, but brisk, the way my dog likes it. As you can see in the picture, there appears to be two images of the sun, one larger than the other. The smaller sun also casts a […]