The Journey of a Jeweler / parenting

Parent love. Being a human almost always dictates that you were a child....first. Someo...

There is still no sign of morning light. It's early. Bent over the sink, my hands plung...

It's time. It's time to let go. That's what I am thinking as I watch motherhood flash b...

It's morning. I gently awake from a unsettled sleep with the slightly irritating buzz o...