What do you do when you are staring at a blank white page, knowing you need to write, having no idea what about......well, let's start with I talk with 3 people almost everyday.....Mom, Teresa and Anne.  They are my touchstones.  They tell me the truth.   I wish I could say I was so different from Mom, but I am probably more similar.  We each expect a lot of those in our lives, but that is because we give a lot.

Today I will be opening up boxes of memories that I have not touched in 8 years. It's time to clean out some space, make room for the new.....but as the conversation with Mom went this morning.....it was all about the past.   Maybe we are all just missing Daddy right now.