The expanding beauty of context
"My mother scooted past Big D’s thorns to tend to her sadness. Compassion has a steadying hand." Such a fitting tribute...
Thank you, Nance. You knew her, so you know. XO
"My mother scooted past Big D’s thorns to tend to her sadness. Compassion has a steadying hand." Such a fitting tribute...
Thank you, Nance. You knew her, so you know. XO