Carol Graham shares an open letter to her estranged son. Read more from Carol on her blog. You were so tiny. My firstborn. My son. Adopting a baby required an extensive amount of soul searching. There was no doubt. Our prayers were answered when she placed you in my arms. My baby. And yet….you walked away. …
As I write this, my friend Dana is hauling herself up and down the hills of San Francisco with thousands of other participants on the Avon Walk. I’m sure I speak for other survivors, to say how grateful we feel to know that someone has your name on their shirt and your face in their …
I’m not the kind of woman who gets her nails done once a week. I’ve never gone crazy over expensive shoes and purses. I’m more about utility – black shoes and black purse (once I went a little crazy and bought a red handbag). And rather than worshiping at the counters of Clinique, Bobbi Brown …
