They say things happen in threes. Sixteen years ago, within a three-month time span: I began a new job I loved in corporate America, I became pregnant with our first child, and I lost my dad to cancer.
Happy, happy, sad.
With the new job I began to grow in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I managed a group of highly motivated associates and over the course of the next decade with that company, I grew new wings.
As much as I loved my work-role, my mother-role has been enormously rewarding. Today, between being a mother and a writer, my wings have grown from those of a sparrow’s to those of an eagle’s. Many days, as I sit back and watch my boys or ponder a new piece I’m writing, I feel as if I’m soaring with the wings of an eagle.
But my dad always told me I had angel wings. Continue Reading