Broken
Can I just say that I feel broken? Broken, as in incapacitated. Not “together.” Plenty of times since Olivia’sContinue Reading
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The Taste of Cotton Balls
In a kindergarten classroom, a science experiment can be as simple as handing out a few cotton balls. Not soContinue Reading
The Cows in Front of Me
We were driving home late last night, and mom nearly plowed through a herd of cows that had escaped theirContinue Reading
Ogres are Like Onions: Life with all of its Layers
It’s been one of those weeks, and it’s only Wednesday. When I write, it’s usually an expression of my ownContinue Reading
Where words fail
*It isn’t often that I write directly to a single person, but mom this is for you. I’m letting the Continue Reading
Remembering Tommy
Tommy thought my mom hung the moon, and I loved him for that. In his mind, she should have wonContinue Reading
A Letter to my Teenage Self
It’s interesting coming back to the place of my youth. I drive past the house on Flint, remembering with aContinue Reading
Here in this Hospital Room
I hesitate to type this, thinking, “How many blog posts am I going to have to write from a hospitalContinue Reading
Free to Surrender 