Maybe it's being smack in the middle of the fuck-it-forties, maybe it's waking up every single morning and having my heart in my throat as to what horrendous things have happened as we slept, but this sobriety sweet 16 seems more fragile now than ever. I remember very little about actually being 16. I remember …
Hope is the Very Essence of Strength
I heard someone say today that hope is for the weak. I am not weak. You are not weak. Hope is wanting to believe even when you've been proven wrong over and over and over. Hope is wishing that people ultimately do what is kind, what is good, what is right. Even when they continue …
Learning how to hurt and then how to heal at age 4 and 44
There's a pattern to their fights. To their skirmishes. To their kerfuffles. They are four. They are twins. They wrestle and touch each other CONSTANTLY until it gets to be too much and somebody snaps. When they push each other down and call each other names and maybe even bust out an I HATE YOU, I …
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