Gurl, Don’t be an Assh*le

Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →

Broke Enough

How much brokenness is just enough to let the hurt go and heal? I often find myself asking this when an object that my grandmother touched is changed, broken, or lost. Today, it is not my grandmother, her belongings or her memories that are changed, broken, or lost.  The only variable in this equation of... Continue Reading →

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