As a very small child, whenever I would get discouraged, I would plop myself down on the floor like a doll made of rags and let out a hopeless wail. “I Can’t…..” would be my pitiful cry. “I don’t know how, it’s too hard, I’m too tired.” My mother would turn on a dime, narrow her dark Italian eyes,… Read More
When you are ocean deep in love, you can’t be drowning in fear.
I think I was twelve the first time someone turned to me with hands on their hips, frustrated, ready to rip out their hair and shouted, “Wendi! You know what your problem is??? YOU THINK TOO MUCH!!!” Oh, OK, then…I’ll just…stop…??? But what if…???? The world is an amazing place. Under every leaf and rock is a whole new world… Read More