I awoke early this morning, March 26th. 6am before the sunrise, well before anyone else in my home wakes to greet another day. I quietly crept around downstairs, gathered my purse, shoes to throw on the seat beside me, the keys, and snuck myself out the door by 6:15 – coffee reheated from the day…
The other day I was driving alone. The windows were down, a warm 70-degrees wind blew through my hair hinting at Spring coming soon to Texas, and I was singing my heart out as I leisurely drove the winding back streets. “Strangest Thing” by The War on Drugs came through, and I must’ve replayed it…
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She was so much more than I’ve allowed myself to remember. Death is a great mystery – the ultimate hurt or the most welcome redemption. Hers fragmented my heart, the wound obliterating it from merely broken to irreplaceably shattered; for ten years now, the hurt left in the wake of her final days formed the…
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