Everyone has their own pace and journey in regards to grief and pain. With that knowledge, I know I have to try my best to honor my child’s timeline of healing — not just her’s, but my other five children and their father as well.
My sons have a long history of being late bloomers when it comes to reading. My oldest son Noah used to trick me by making up elaborate stories while he read aloud. I remember…
Bring on the dancing calacas.
Can you feel the Danza drumbeat in synch with your heartbeat?
The smell of sage and copal making the air misty and white.
Your hair rustling…