Dear children of mine, I have a warning for you. It’s about the danger and promise of “should” and “could”. You will hear from the world, the influencers, and the television all about how you should live your life. You’ll hear[...]
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I drive past a house going to and from my weekly errands that has a raised porch attached to it. It’s in a neighborhood that is comparable to the storybook streets of the 1950s – a Pleasantville realized. There truly are white picket f[...]
I was the queen of raffle ticket sales at the American Cancer Society Jazz Festival of 1995. I rocked my bright yellow cotton bike shorts (those were so in), my converse sneakers, and my commemorative t-shirt, which was an adult small, so basica[...]
As I twirled him around in my arms and swayed and bounced, the baby giggled. He had a huge grin on his face and the brightest eyes. My long hair kept falling in front of my face and covering his, making him squint and scrunch his nose and giggle[...]
It's been two weeks, and a lifetime, and one second. I'm on a 24-hour clock, and yet time is not existent. Amidst the incredible newness, a friend asked me if I could even describe my love for Boyd. Of course you can't. And yet of course, here's[...]