“My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”
— Sharon Doubiago
My mother, Lorraine, from a few years ago. Peaches and Brandy are the lap dogs.
Just warm thoughts of happiness, and hopes for recovery, from across the miles, that go out to my mother who is back in the hospital.
Love you, Mom.
About Eric Winger
Our perception of time is key to how we use our time. The most fundamental way to change that perception is to give our time. This opens us up to new opportunities and ideas from which we can build to really make a difference. ... Yes, we *do* have time to make a difference!
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Eric, hoping and praying for your mom today. I know the feeling of being far away when Mom was in the hospital. My mom had a poodle named Peaches also…
Thanks. It’s been a rough go for her.