This past Sunday I was late going to the barn to watch my son’s riding lesson. I stayed behind doing dishes and straightening the house as we still had guests and I was moving slowly on Sunday morning. I sent little D off with his Dad to the barn, and every time I do that, I have a slight pang of worry that is every mother’s burden, but I seem to have it more than others, I call it the Grandma Roon complex (my paternal grandmother could worry herself about anything)…
Why do I worry? I mean, he’s with his Dad, … Read More »







