I’m Not Normal

I know that it’s not normal to hear a beautiful song, and then instinctively wonder — to really consider — whether it would be perfect for my baby’s funeral.

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Over the Hill

“Where did the time go?”

You know the expression.  Except, I really, really mean it.  My baby is 7.  SEVEN.  And while I’m definitely a glass-half-full, look-on-the-bright-side person, I realized yesterday that Carly is over the hill. Continue reading “Over the Hill”