The airport felt more like an amusement park with people lined up elbowing their way to the front of the rollercoaster line. I slowly shuffled forward a couple of steps at a time. Normally, I love people watching, creating stories in my head for the elderly couple holding hands behind me or the young mom… Read More Is There Ever A Good Time To Check Your Baggage?
Little by little we let go of loss but never of love. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. https://twitter.com/LittleMizWordy/status/1227308150518403072 Loss can bring us to our knees in a moment’s time or slowly simmer within… Read More Learning To Dance With The Limp
I made my way slowly through the aisles with purpose, though what purpose I wasn’t sure. My eyes took in letters which made up words, clothed in different colors. I was the hunter with no idea of my prey though I was certain it would be made clear in that moment when I happened upon… Read More The Place I Do Not Rest
Cancer. The mere mention of the word stirs something within me that starts with a dull ache in my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. It courses through my veins and makes me want to blindly run and run in an attempt to escape everything that is attached to those six letters. Except,… Read More Cancer…You Just Know
A letter to the boy at the funeral home today: I attended a funeral today. I didn’t know the man who died, but I know he was your whole world. I stood in a room surrounded by people whose lives he touched. I’m sure you didn’t know all of them, but I know we both… Read More You Don’t Know Me, But I Attended Your Dad’s Funeral Today.