This is my hope- my children and my sporadic ability to mother them in the most down to earth way I know how. To love regardless. And yes I know that to love is a privilege in this world where callousness and disconnection (not to mention hatred and violence) is the everyday mode of operation but what else do we have? To take the trash we have been given and make a halo out of it, maybe? As bent or as straight as we choose? Sigh, this world is too much for me these days.