listening to my heart

September 13th, 2016
my godson is a fisherman

my godson fishes in Alaska

During the four years I lived on Prince of Wales Island, Alaska, my dearest friend asked me to be her son’s godmother.  I felt such honor to be asked.  He was a month younger than my infant son.  If I had stayed on the island, the boys would have grown up to be like brothers.  But I left POW as a single mother, remarried, and raised both of my sons in the same California neighborhood where I grew up. Continue reading “listening to my heart” »