Gina Bednarz’s Blog

I watched from the front door this morning as my oldest child took the long walk down the street and turned both a physical and symbolic corner. Bear in mind, that as the mother of a now-freshman in high school, I was watching not with the door open, but with it closed, through a single pane of leaded glass that distorted my vision, and made what I was witnessing seem even less real. Read More »