As I’ve said before, I spent years journaling. This Mother’s Day, I took out my journals written when my children were very young and reread parts of them. The amazing thing of journaling is the recording of little events that get lost in the cracks of the road of life.
Hubby and I are staying home these days. Our age and my asthma push us into the high-risk category for COVID-19 so prudence forces us to shelter in place. Our quarantine comes when Hubby is usually busy getting ready for his summer sojourn to South Dakota. For now, that trip