Sometimes I remember life before marriage. Before kids. Before. Before: when I was out in the world doing things that count. Sometimes I miss being a person who counts."
Can We Talk About Comparing?
I think of that day at McDonalds often so I remember to be thankful, remember to be kind, and remember to not waste my time comparing.
Can We Talk About Swearing?
"I'm so sorry. I know that feeling. It's hell." --an excerpt from a conversation I recently had with a friend who is... well, going through hell.
What If?
I live my life here; between falling into a trembling ball wracked by despair, and soaring with the potential and hope of what is yet to come.
What Hurting People Need
Hurting people look a lot like your best friend, your coworker, your barista, and yourself. No one gets through a life on earth without some amount of hurt and grief.
