840 days
It’s been 840 days since I became officially separated, and though I vaguely recall the early days of feeling like my life was crumbling before me,…
I will remember you
Here they are: my daughter and son, and my husband in the middle. On a branch (that’s me), holding them up. And there, that’s our little…
Small Joys, by Brandy
Today’s #BlogSmallJoys submission is by my talented, kind, wonderful friend Brandy Reid. I met Brandy online, but have since met her in person, too, and I can tell…
My bliss, my bliss, my lovely little bliss
I can’t remember if I ever shared with you one of the most poignant things my husband ever said to me, but since I’m old and…
How I Survived Bathing Suit Season
Well, ladies, we made it. It’s September: the end of bathing suit season. Phew, am I right? Are we all collectively exhaling and longing for the heady…