I remember the morning my world s h a t t e r e d. It came, bursting and bright, barreling through our bedroom window like a meteor. I didn’t stir. After the explosion you slipped from the safety of our bed, quiet and calm, and placed your feet upon the shards of me I… Continue reading Peace(s)
I’m not the girl I used to be and it’s all my husbands fault.
Here’s what I would tell my younger self if I could go back in time…
Home is a string of c o m p l e x emotions cultivated by an array of familiar experiences spanning like time and space.
There is nothing right about death but it’s as natural as breathing.
Sometimes its okay to turn your back on the perfect opportunity to gain a greater awareness of self. Game changers work hard, we are not entitled to success.
I plead guilty of an ungrateful disposition when I wake in the morning.