I stood at the head of the table, wondering where to begin. I looked around at all the things I had come to know with such intense intimacy, but I still had no idea how they would react; I didn’t even know how to address them. I cleared my throat, but the dull roar of voices … More Dinner For Nine
No one could possibly understand me Mine is different. Mine is worse Mine isn’t as bad Mine is too new Mine has been there for years I don’t like talking about it I need to always talk about it He was old so it’s different She was young so it’s different.
“oh.. ” i think, as I wake up again, like I do each morning, kind of disappointed that I did, in fact, wake up.
In a previous post I wrote that any time something happens to me that is good, I always thank Lil. If she is around up there, she has got to be the one behind any good fortune that comes my way. I thank her for the people in my life, both near and far. I … More Thanks, Lil.
I have spent a lot of time trying using words like heal, fix, change, and adapt but only recently have I been trying to just be who I am in whatever moment comes. Mostly because it helps keep my anxiety at bay, but being present has also shown me something incredible and something I never … More The Beauty of Being Broken