The One Legged Mom

Being a Mom doesn't stop just because I lost a leg…

Dreams

  • Sometimes it is the Zebra.

    When we hear hoof beats we are supposed to think horses & not zebras. When we hear a knock at our door we are supposed to think mail man & not ax murderer. And when we get a Charlie horse in our legs we are supposed to think dehydration & not flesh eating bacteria. Yet, Read more