Leaving out of the dress shop, my brain is swirling — I just bought a formal dress for my daughter to attend the military ball at her…
I have my Mama’s hands;they’re good for making, or holding a hot rag to our pounding forehead.
Nothing ever ends well. The sense of dread you sometimes get is all too real. Don’t brush it off. Deals will be broken. Your heart…
It’s supposed to be olderand wiserbut sometimes it feelslike it’s olderwith fog on your visorthat renders the roadwayso hard to…
moving withinready to rise
love
wantingto make itself known