Are you ok? People ask me this all the time. To answer, sort of, I usually make some kind of noise and shrug my shoulders. It feels so rude. I hate feeling like I’m being rude, because I don’t think it is “ok” to be rude to people–especially to extremely kind, well-intentioned, loving people. Being … Continue reading
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Gridiron Golden Hot Air Balloon Dreams
When Daddy left, he took with him so much more than just his physical self–that steadfast, quirky, impatient, soothing self–as if that wasn’t enough. He took away so much more. He took away my child’s favorite human being on the planet. The damage his leaving did to my own heart is irreparable, but … Continue reading
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