soft voiced

I have a soft voice. I wouldn’t say it’s soothing, smooth, or even gentle, but it isn’t jagged in the corners like an old cinder block. It’s easy to listen to. Easy to carry. Sometimes though, usually when small children have smashed my very last stretch of sanity, my voice changes. It hits a pitch– a grit, an emptiness– that I can’t stand. “Listen,” I … Continue reading soft voiced

lucky me

This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life.  I wanted to re-post it here, to fill in some story about my general grief progress.  I wanted to re-post it today because today is (USA)Thanksgiving, and with all this talk of gratitude, I wanted to feature Beth Ann who puts legs on her thankfulness all year long with a program she … Continue reading lucky me