Every year on their birthdays I write the girls a love letter of sorts. This year, I'm behind, but with a little grace for belated salutations, I'm still here keeping up the tradition. Bean turned two a little over a month again. My baby is no longer an actual baby. Dear Bean, My last baby.… Continue reading Twice thrice
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The Infinite
I am a little behind on the letters this year. In April, my second born, turned five. Each year, on their birthday, I write the girls a love letter of sorts. Here we go: Dear Dimples, Five. That was fast, baby girl. You have graced my life for five full years now. Your curly locks… Continue reading The Infinite
A Manifestation of Residual Atelophobia
I had the strength to rebuild my life when my marriage went to depths of shit. That experience has given me the ability to know myself. It has given me the ability to not care about a lot of things that aren't meant for me in this world. Most importantly, it has taught me that… Continue reading A Manifestation of Residual Atelophobia
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