We have lost contact with my younger daughter -- again! Like the adolescent she was and this girl is, she took up my dream in her childhood and set sail on her own. Her life is in HIS hands, and I am caught between "The Rock" and a hard place. The wings on my heals did come at great cost but flying I am free, really, "A Woman of Independent Means."
I captain my own ship, one of many in The Correspondent's fleet. IT was commissioned to follow the Bishops Initiative. HIS fleet sails together and acts as ONE, "E pluribus Unum." Resurrection has already occured in the music of a long ago time as we listen to Fresh Air and a review of "Winter's Bone." We who know IT are NOW crossing "The Great Divide."
drCCYmom
