Mother’s Day and the rippling effects of the “impossibles”

Mother’s Day and the rippling effects of the “impossibles”

Mother’s Day this time around was one I won’t soon forget, nestled in a hospital room with my Lucy, entrenched in the heat of mothering, trying my darnedest to harness my “inner-Linda”…the part of me that I search for often, that part of my mother who I hope runs through my veins. (She is the…

Impossible

Impossible

Kind of on the same tangent as yesterday, let’s talk about something my grandma once said, “When you master the seemingly impossible, it does something for you that fits into your very character for a lifetime, and makes the next impossible thing seem that much easier.” I think about that a bunch. Especially this last…