As a teacher, I know I have to give up my heart to 120 new students. Here's what my nieces and a street preacher taught me about trusting the faces you can't see yet.
letting go
The Piano I Left Behind and the Love I Found Again
I left our piano with my ex-husband because playing it without him felt like a lie. Seven years later, at a wedding with someone new, I discovered what second chances really mean.
Breaking Up in My Azalea Garden: When Love Means Letting Someone Grow
A bird flew from my wreath and knocked me off balance. Days later, sitting beside my boyfriend on the porch, I realized I'd outgrown our pot while he still needed time for his roots to develop. Some transplants come too early.
Writer's Growth 