My beautiful, precious child. Begging for patience while still clinging to control. Desperate for virtues that will calm your soul. Hoping amid the distractions that I’m still listening. I’m always listening. I send you flowers every day. Millions of flowers. I scatter them over the earth, impossible to miss. Day after day opportunity slips … More Flowers
My daughter was too sick to go to practice. This required me to fill out a permission slip, explaining why she needed to stay home from this “mandatory” part of her life. I felt sad that being sick was her only reason to rest, but I realized this is exactly the example I had been … More Permission Slip
Confession: I am addicted to productivity. It’s time to just admit it. It doesn’t matter where I am, or what role I’m in at the moment. I have a deep desire to always be doing something, going somewhere, and accomplishing goals. “I feel as if my skin is the only thing keeping me from going … More Panic Attacks, Pumpkins, and Peace
This is my street. I took a picture of it because I think it’s awesome. I seriously stand and gape at it with my mouth hanging open, like a tourist seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I didn’t used to feel that way about streets…or about anything. I used to go through life in … More My Street
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