I have mastered nothing. Not even my ever popular Caesar salad dressing with bacon bits. Not even my oldest, most beloved friendships. Most definitely not mothering, or writing or falling soundly asleep. Like a sentence, I can be rewritten a thousand times, but always saying the same thing: I’m me. Just me. Here. Now. Under the same sun I was born.
Tag: growth
Lessons From July
Sometimes silence calls. It sits you down and shuts you up. But we are never really quiet, nope. The mind is always moving, even when we are asleep. Dreaming, thinking, working it out.
Say Something
In case you are living under a rock (and probably not a volcanic one) Madame Pele is spilling herself out into the world. A small corner of…… Read more “Say Something”
A Decade a Bride
There’s been a lot of love and there’s been a lot of hurt. A steady dance of hardening and softening. We’ve had to rebuild ourselves a time or two–sometimes we see it coming and sometimes it catches us by surprise. But we always look back proudly at the positive result of pushing through.
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