A chance to win a free copy of Closed Doors.
Can you give me what Eggslut did?
…the train I take to work hit someone.
…a lot of us confuse fulfilled with plain old filled. Filling your schedule, filling your days, filling your time…
When he lands in my lap I hug him close. “Babies are so perfect, aren’t they?” The little one settles against me, a warm compact weight that fills me with gladness.