A decade of transformation.
I love you so.
A prose poem for Grandma.
Take a step. Step again.
5 gifts, 6 floors.
Perennial: something that is continuing or recurrent; enduring.
Our lives look different, but our friendship remains a precious gift.
I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong.
2018: My mountain and valley year. The mountains touched the sky. The valleys sunk far beneath the ocean. A year of ups and downs, ups and downs, never knowing when the mountain would crumble, when the valley would disappear. I had to hold onto things that kept me level. Have faith that this is how […]
On living in the moment.