By Victoria Hewitt Her hair is grayed at the temples now. Her bones are more brittle and her voice cracks when she speaks to her cat. Her children live across the country with families of their own and her husband of 40 years passed away from the impact of the car that struck him while … Continue reading She Pretends Not to Speak
In my final thoughts
By Victoria Hewitt In my final thoughts I hope my leg is thumping in ecstasy like our dogs in the throes of a belly rub. I hope I’m embracing the joy along with the pain because without the hurt all that joy would be taken for granted. I see your faces, the family I choose, … Continue reading In my final thoughts
Academy of the Heart And Mind 