Last things || On Letting Go and Empty Nests

Last things || On Letting Go and Empty Nests

I can feel it, this thing. It hangs in the air like a winter’s dingy fog, filling space and controlling the atmosphere of the soul. Foreboding. Present. A dread. The gray slithers in, a quiet bully, trying to make me forget the sun is just beyond that somber...
Resolutionary: a word, a motto & reaching for stars

Resolutionary: a word, a motto & reaching for stars

Lightning struck at the beginning of December. But before we get to that, let’s back up a little…. I’m a resolutions girl in love with fresh starts.   I want to believe that people can change, or maybe it’s more about hoping that I can change....

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