Letting Go

Letting Go

“Is there anything to eat?” I think that’s maybe what I’ll miss the most–my hungry boy saying those words to me, in person or on the phone, usually multiple times on any given day.  I almost cried this weekend watching him fight his way...
Hidden Mothers

Hidden Mothers

I don’t remember how I happened to run across my first hidden–or even better, invisible–mother photograph.  But I’ve been haunted by the pictures ever since I discovered them. There’s really nothing sinister about them.  The shrouded...
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