When white moths are on the wing, And moth-like stars are flickering out –“The Song Of Wandering Aengus,” William Butler Yeats Whenever I need a good cry, I find myself watching The Bridges of Madison County. It is my all-time…
The random musings of a stay-at-home mom chasing a dream
When white moths are on the wing, And moth-like stars are flickering out –“The Song Of Wandering Aengus,” William Butler Yeats Whenever I need a good cry, I find myself watching The Bridges of Madison County. It is my all-time…