conversations about addiction, recovery, and faith
I am exhausted from swimming in and out of the current. I long for a boat of bliss, to float above grief, to get out of the river.
the Grandma I wrote about in this post passed away today. she was an example to me of a love that endures at a time when I needed it most.
maybe love does not boast means I don’t need to prove how much I deserve love
Envy is hardest when all is wrong. When all the world has spring and you have winter. Endless, endless winter.
Maybe it’s not the once a week, once a month, once a year date that glues a fractured marriage together.
Maybe it’s the every day . . .