I held the wallet in my hand, having difficulty accepting why it was in my possession. I looked at the worn faux leather, thinking about the stories it might have about its previous owner. Have you ever thought about what your own possessions may reveal about you? The edges were worn from pressure in being … Continue reading Hidden Keepsake
Father
My Father’s Tree
When it first came, it was one of the most popular styles. I can't remember if it was a Douglas or Noble. I remember it being covered in white "snow", and supposedly had the scent of a real tree. It was economical and practical, and it became the tradition year after year. In fact, it … Continue reading My Father’s Tree
The Missing Piece
One by one, I examined the bursts of photographs. Each one had a different expression, a slight movement, a new reaction. My son had an animated face, and he was clearly not impressed by the impromptu photo shoot. Suddenly, I stopped. It was just an ordinary photo - a capture of my son glancing directly … Continue reading The Missing Piece
This Mommy is Real 