by Tammy Kennington | Jan 26, 2014
I read the child’s name and my throat constricts. The words seem detached from the page and I wish I could wrap my hand around each letter–crushing the message they bear. Dead. Eight year old. Mother attempted to revive. Pausing, I think of my own...
by Tammy Kennington | Jun 16, 2012
I’ve been in class full-time the last two weeks and missed posting today. I thought you might enjoy this inspiring clip until I get back on schedule tomorrow....