What would I do?
Someone has got to turn the tide.
I thought my brain would explode and my ears start to bleed.
Those little gestures of kindness mean a lot.
Don’t you just hate when that happens?
I really didn’t know what to expect, but . . . wow!
When our anger is exhausted and our tears are spent, we seem to be left with nothing.
It wouldn’t be a Sunday afternoon if I didn’t hear my mom say, "You got any moan-y?"
"Finish strong" has become my new mantra.
The burning question last week was: "Father, are we still having 10:30 Mass on Sunday?"