Holding Hands

I opened a Dove chocolate this morning… and found this message… Hands are Meant to Be Held. Which was quite possibility meant in a romantic way. Bertha… on the other hand… whispered some handholding memories in my ear. The first time each of my babies… wrapped her...

Holding Hands…

I suppose it is the nurse in me…or…perhaps the mother…but…it’s really hard for me…to sit beside someone who is in pain…whether…physical or emotional…and…do…nothing… My propensity…has always been to…fix it…even if that meant…totally taking over the other person’s...