margaretlocke.com
The Stuff of Nightmares | Margaret Locke
My sweet daughter came to me this morning, clutching my hip as tears streamed down her face. “I had a sad dream,” she exclaimed, sobbing hard. “I’m so sorry.” I smoothed her hair. “I hate sad dreams. But the good thing is, they’re only dreams. They’re not true.” She looked Continue reading The Stuff of Nightmares→