If you’ve never met me then you probably don’t know that I am the sort of person who tears up on a dime. Hallmark commercials, old hymns, the surreptitious squeeze of memory catching me off guard. People likely… Read More
Category: Family, Love thy neighbor, The Pitcher's MomTags: Aunts, Baseball, gratitude, hard times, sacred tears, Tears, Thanksgiving, Venice, weeping
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