That Mama

Hey, baby boy, hey…it’s your mama here. I’m not the one who carried you. Not the one who looks like you. Not the one who held you first. No, buddy, I’m not that mama. I’m not the one who shares your blood. Not the one whose smile matches yours. Not the one who heard your

My Happy Place

Ah, Lake Hamilton. There are fewer places I feel more connected to my past, present, future, and God than when I am at our family’s lake house in Hot Springs. There’s something about taking your kids to a place where you grew up and seeing their faces light up the way yours did (and still