Monday Morning comes every week. You would think that I would learn to prepare for it. Nope, every week it sneaks up on me. Attacking me when I am just beginning to get things done or so I like to think. The truth is as hard as I work, I am afraid at times and …
Tag: motherhood
My Birth Story
The day I was born Momma begged me for patience. She wanted me to wait just a couple hours so that she could attend a cotillion at the country club at which my paternal grandparents were members. Grandma Rose had insisted that Momma attend even though she was nine months along. For her part, Momma …
Lucinda Rose 