this is all about me: I have become older
I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.
I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.
I can do my best but that never means it’s going to have been enough to keep the monster under the bed from escaping so that it can’t eat anyone.
I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...
Choice without accountability is cowardice. It is to lie to yourself and to others.
We cannot understand death without also holding the feeling of hope, even if it is buried so deeply that we cannot find it within ourselves.
I think one of the only things I can teach my kids is how to shake the dust from their feet when leaving is what’s best.