July. Seven days into the month. I was a slow, relaxing first seven days filled with sun, water, and family. Not enough sleep and nursing some cold beer with good food. Fireworks with sticky shorts from messy little hand navigating a spoon and rapidly melting ice cream. Kids running around outside barefoot with their cousins… Continue reading INT…
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Twice thrice
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
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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