Can I hug you all? Seriously, consider these words a virtual hug traveling from WordPress to your computer or smartphone… Read more Thank You for Sitting on My Bench
It got lonely in this little room. Plus, all this abundance to share. I could not consume it alone.
It still feels wrong to speak of beauty in grief. To exclaim the wondrous joys and gifts that blossom from healing. I want to say, but I would trade any of it to have my mom back or my pregnancy back. (And I would.)
Independence is each for themselves. Interdependence is we are stronger together.